A Valiant Whoooaa - unknown author represented here.
Once sat a bud deeply in a bowl,
Valiant was he, with a hearty soul,
For he was not your normal nug,
With a raging punch and a loving hug,
His mother a sweet, compassionate hippie, :tyedye:
His father some fierce,dank smelling crippy,
As summer approached, he knew it was time,
He must please his master, who payed for this dime,
The heat was intense, nugs drift away,
Though this bud's heart grew three times this day,
Into the lungs, then to the brain,
no doubt about his indica strain,
His work is done, he has to go,
The master leans back and says"duuuude, whooaa"