A Hawaiian Bone i Got…will be doin’ the hula shortly,

Never had pot of the Hawaiian variety,

Never knew there was any, hee-hee,

But very shortly, I will see,

If there is anything to the rumor,

That this pot is better than that of store…

Been told that I won’t want to stand,

Nor talk, nor use my hands,

Nor for that matter move, oh my let it be,

Cause I love to be plastered, majorly buzzed,

What with tomorrow off and the laundry gone,

My weekend chores are all totally done…

Short of walking Rufuz, this night, but he can take himself,

Such a big boy he is becoming, allowing his dad time to get high,

While he goes out and does his thing, on his own, I could just sigh,

So herein I end this short poem to explain my departure,

And maybe I will be back a bit later, if I can stand, or even part…

                                        ED & Rufuz