You're really not turning me against it.

I went to the cannabis fair,

The cops and hippies were there,

The guy I was with, started spouting a myth,

But I really couldn’t care.

He tried to tell me some junk,

How it would give me a funk,

But I blew it off, with a powerful scoff,

‘Cuz I don’t care for the bunk, the bunk, the bunk.

(Sang to a particular recording of an intensely old song “animal fair”, in which “and what became of the monk, the monk, the monk-ey” was the end of the first verse, so this is a very very specific joke)

Edit- Also, as I’ve been playing with it for a bit now, if someone can tell me how to format this so the line breaks carry through but the extra space line doesn’t, I’d love you forever.