shakespeare sonnet 157
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sonnet no. 157
when to the sessions of sweet silent bong
ı summon up remembrance of doobs past,
methinks ı trounce his worship tommy chong,
for my weed game shall not soon be outclassed.
tetrahydrocannabinol, thy glow!
thy vapors curl from delphi’s oracle,
that even the sun god himself says, “whoa.”
(and ı’m not being allegorical.)
call thou the strain twelfth night, or what you will,
this will knows the primo cheeb from the junk:
afgooey, trainwreck, or perchance space jill,
purple urkel, voodoo, nay, pineapple skunk.
the joint’s burning low, so let me be frank:
all the world’s a stage, and stages be dank.
william shakespeare
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