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6/20/2020
Spending summer afternoons with Grandma
sitting at the kitchen table
Watching the magic unfold,
Listening to grandma’s stories she told, never got old.
At Grams, summer days were the best,
The kitchen always filled with zest.
All the best flavors to savor,
To many to call your favorite.
When grams got to baking,
There was magic in the making.
Grams always knew what’s up,
She always put extra sugar in her cup,
She’d smile and wink,
These memories went by in a blink.
Grams always bakes from the heart,
As the story starts,
the ingredients mix together
like a masterpiece with ease,
Grandma bakes to please,
She knows exactly what you need,
some baked goods and a little weed.
When you’ve reached your max and you need to relax,
She’s grabs a fat nug of OG Kush,
It feels like a nice warm hug (from grandma)
to give you a little push, some Durban Poison.
I’m so excited I can barely keep the noise in!
“Girl Scout Cookies,” I said
“The perfect hybrid!”
I’m too sober and the wait is almost over.
Did I mention, in this kitchen the smell filled the air,
Dare I compare, The lemon zest did its best against
The skunky mint hint.
The sweet earthy aroma,
Could put one in a coma.
Gram’s batch was hard to match,
When the Girl Scout cookies were done,
She said, “Ready for some fun?”
With a big smile, “We’ll be high for a while.”
It was a dream crumb true, I tell you,
These cookies were new and stuck like glue.
With a frosty green hue, these cookies grew.
Each nug made with love,
The light green and purple bud leaves weaved,
Orange hair flood the bud everywhere.
Grams lets you lick the bowl and light the bowl,
Both would warm the soul.
Once the cookies are done,
It’s time for some real fun.
When the taste of the GSCs hit,
The sweet citrus and spicy skunk mint
Echoed through my bones.
“Fuck I’m stoned!”
The kush made me mush,
Laying on the couch without a single ouch,
I’m so high I could touch the sky,
But I’ll stay on the ground because I can only make a sound.
The perfect hybrid indeed when you have some good weed.