In Which We Review a Book of Cannabis Limericks…
Frankly, I must say, I find it appalling
that most squares think we’re all balling!
I lead a good life,
Feed my kids and my wife,
but the market price keeps consistently falling!
The above verse comes from a little book we received in the mail called 215 Humboldt Trimmericks in which there are…wait for it…two hundred and fifteen limericks about marijuana life. Some of the verses will ring true to folks from the Emerald Triangle, some of them will tickle readers’ funny bones, and, in the tradition of limericks, some are freaking offensive (“ho” and “slut” ???…Yipes!)
The book by J. Thyme (probably roughly equivalent to Anon. E. Mouse) will certainly liven up the trim table or cause chuckles from the outhouse. The best way to let you see if you enjoy it is to share a few.
First, this one:
I think we missed a crucial step
when we set up this whole damn dep.
We cut off the light
but didn’t ventilate right,
Now it’s covered in mold ’cause it’s wet.
You know that your cover’s been blown
When you pull out more than one phone.
Don’t know which is ringing?
You’re obviously slinging
and not discretely, as you have shown.
This printing has been sold out we’re told but look for more eventually at festivals and bookstores near you.