Potted Pot Head.

 

Potter puffed that icky stuff enough to no longer

feel a head rush. His brains, once lush, had now

turned to mush and his new hobby was to crunch

and munch many a bunch.

 

It didn’t take much time for Potter’s belly to grow,

leaving his esteem at an all time low.

 

He had to choose, lose the pot or stop the feed.

He chose to keep the weed and secretly seed his

needy greed of food. Soon his rude ruse would

see the truth as he grew farther from his youth.

 

A toll was taken by time and Potter suffered from

his internal crime. The smoker, toker, choker with

an ogre’s gut knew of his rut.

 

A gift from the creator come lay itself on the

paper to capture this moment in time,

accompanied by his rhyme.

 

Forever now, Potter is prevented from another

puff.. As well as from eating some more fattening

stuff.