The cannabis version of Robert Burns' poem - "John Barleycorn". The original was about the goodness of scotch whiskey showing the life way of barley crop, while this piece below (we tried to copy the style and stuff) is about the hard life of a cannabis female plant.
Sit back, relax and enjoy the reading:
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When Mary Jane had come of age,
Those ‘round her began to creep.
They plotted then to break her down
For some parts they would keep.
They looked upon her cautiously
Saw her grow dark in sun.
When sweat did glisten to their eyes
They knew their wait was done.
They waited for the very time
That Mary seemed mature.
They grabbed her in the open field,
Held lightly but made sure.
They checked her well and were convinced
That Mary Jane had grown,
Was strong and sweet and swollen enough
For them to call their own
Before poor Mary Jane could move
They broke off every limb
When that was done, they dragged her down
To a place much more grim.
Those men, they hung her b