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Smokin' !...

While searching for some recipes
Killer heard of something new to try
Cannabis smoked froggy legs
He heard it from some hippie guy

Frog legs smoked in weed
Where can I get a frog?
There’s a swamp here in the city
A place that’s called “Vale’s Bog”

But the water is frozen over
It’s cold, winter-time right now
No frogs to be seen here-a-bouts
Have to wait for my froggy chow

Then, as Killer thought it hopeless,
much to his surprise
What did he see, just walking,
right before his eyes?

A giant pair of frog legs,
smelling all of weed
This must be my lucky day, said Killer
they’re just what I need

How to lure those legs to his van,
how to bait the trap?
It should be simple, Killer thought
I’ll use weed to get that sap

“Hey fella, is this yours?
I found it when you passed
It’s smelling really wicked
This weed, it ain’t half-assed

Now Froggy was a scammer,
said;”Why, I’m sure that’s mine”
Glad that you’re so honest
“Hey, smoke a joint that’s fine?”

“Sure, you roll it up
I’ll take us for a drive
Go someplace real remote...

“He won’t make it back alive”

As he smoked, the Frog was blabbing
about how he had it knocked
Had all the weed he wanted
Had some money socked

Girlfriend works, brings money in
He just lays and plays all day
D.S.S. can’t get him
He’s on disability; so the doctors say

The Frog is wrecked, he’s really stoned
passing out here, don’t you know?
Killer’s special strain of weed
puts him on Death’s row

Tied down to the table,
legs gone up to the hip
The Frog awakes with no legs
thinks he’s on a trip

I’ll be alright, he’s thinking
just as soon as I come down
Hey, where’s that weed we were smoking?
The stuff from that Killer clown

A cloud of glorious ganja
is all that does remain
of the guy with super-weed
the frog didn’t catch his name

With no legs, a frog can’t jump
but he ain’t bothered none
Now he’s really been disabled
He ain’t under the gun

Life really isn’t any different
than it was before
Except now he ain’t got no legs
and his check is even more

Style / type: 
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
This is for my best buddy, Bobby.
Editing stage: 


Didn't understand last line. Check or cheque?hospital bill . Disability allowance?

we say check and yes, disability allowence. Nothing but a lay-about! The only thing he's ever worked at; was trying to scam someone. Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Geezer

Writing purely for oneself, is the ultimate in defensive posture.

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You know what happens when Killer and Alex Machette meet, I'm looking forward to next time, and might bring some special dust that will make Killer utterly limbless or 10 times as dangerous.

A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'

to that stuff! Both the Killer/ Alex meet and the happy dust.
Stay loose, ~ Gee

Writing purely for oneself, is the ultimate in defensive posture.

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I was thinking of someone to read and then thought of killer
Nice to catch up with his exploits

Alex and Killer you two should write a poem
Together giggle it would be a blood bath lol !

Higgliest bugs and love Jc xxx

"My head is broken but unbowed" - William Ernest Henley

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