Bought with cash money, a little fortune,
Back from the warehouse while selling my stuff.
Brought home some drink and filled up my bottle,
And tried to lit a fire, to cook up my dinner- oh no!
Cough cough cough, the wood was not dry,
Lotta smoke; and my eyes were getting wry!
But nonetheless gotta try,
No matter how much I cry!
Then the Old Man came, who was very lame,
With his weird style, he helped me build a pile - But alas
The geezer had a Niece,
Whom I called Missy but don't think she was sissy
Her looks were not rough, though she was darn tough.
Such a sweet lady, told me to get ready
-and take her to date! Oh this was fate!
Thought I with closed eyes,
It was all smoky and I was very shaky.
But then I fall down and banged my head - kaboom!
And I came to senses, alas all those expenses;
Behind the weed I bought, was but for naught!