Came the Rabbi to the Abbey, met the Abt,
said Abdubai you disturbed me so I snapped.
Though the Rabbi wore a habit he was not
spending time inside the Abbey on the pot.
Often monks smoked funny grasses and they brewed
making life so much more pleasant, less subdued.
It's a funny and exotic life indeed,
even holy men are partial to the weed.

Herbert Nehrlich

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