(title Substitute) Poem by Tim Cronin

Ode to Chester Weed


This most certainly is Chester weed
Quite a shaky batch indeed
Four fifths stems and seeds
However, there enough to meet my need

Nice and cheap, I've no money
Hustlers are always funny
They know all about five for twenty

Yes all the trees brown in Chester
No they won't be getting any better
But you'll take them to a summons letter
And being down by the river relieves this humid weather

Originally I planned this poem a sonnet
But couldn't think of any words, god darn it
Then I took my Chester weed and got high on it