In a garden not so far away, it’s true,
A hopeful grower named Lou had a dream to pursue.
With seeds of green giggles and a shovel in hand,
He thought, “I’ll grow a jungle! I’ll be the king of this land!”
He watered with glee, like a child with a hose,
The plants raised their leaves; it was quite the grand show!
But Lou read too much, like a scholar in need,
And confused THC with a homegrown seed.
“Organic!” he shouted, “No chemicals here!”
While slinging his compost, he sipped on a beer.
With worms in the soil and his heart full of pride,
Mistaking the pests for his friends, now they thrived!
The flies held a rave, the mold joined the fun,
Poor Lou was convinced he had planted the sun!
He danced in the moonlight, his plants like to sway,
As a squirrel stole a bud—what a wild buffet!
At harvest time, Lou gazed upon his delight,
“Such heights of green wonder! It’ll be quite the night!”
But with buds of just fluff and stems like a broom,
He realized too late—he’d grown a big plume.
So now he’s a legend, the grower of yore,
With tales of his garden, he’ll share evermore.
And if you see Lou, with a grin ear to ear,
Just ask him for wisdom—his plants really cheer!
So learn from dear Lou, on this cannabis quest,
For growing can be funny, just give it your best.
With laughter and love, your plants may just bloom,
Or you’ll end up with fluff that could pass for a broom!
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