Weedhead Chronicles: Part One--Ode to 4/20 (originally written 4/20/12)

 4-20: I like the smell of you. Intoxicating like strawberry flavored Ciroc , Fruit punch with a hint of sensation and Sprite.

Or a 40 mixed with Hennessy.

4-20: I like your taste. Make love to my tongue and body for so long, I'll be walking on the moon with The-Dream & Kanye.

4-20: I like your style. Rolled up real pretty like a present on my birthday or on Christmas.

4-20: I'm feeling your melody. Sing to me, baby, harmonic chords that will rape my ears oh so slowly.'

4-20: You are truly a sight that I enjoy to see. My eyes are darker than Prince's little red corvette. They're more like his baby girl's raspberry beret.

4-20: You are the Valentine's day for all the folks that enjoy showing their fat blunts how much they really love and care to them. You make my hunger pains for you and late night Taco Bell arise like Jason Voorhees after a 50 year nap in the depths of Crystal Lake.

4-20  : You are also the bittersweet ending of that lovemaking when the clocks all over strike 12:01 am on 4-21. 

But, 4-20: I'll be back again next year at the same time. Geared up for this adventurous rendezvous of ours.