Humor
Surprising What I Found While Digging for Ideas
Grassy paradise in an unfinished parody

Rolling joints would have been preferable to the rolling blackouts and freezing weather I endured over the past week. They froze my brain.
I was at my wit’s end this morning as to what to write. Had polished up and published the nearly-ready stories and poetry sitting in my pipeline. And answered every prompt.
So, I set out on an Exposition to the North Pole where my brain lives atop my shoulders. (Credits: Pooh Bear).
No luck, nothing there — no ideas.
Last resort was to explore my Rough Drafts Folder to find something to inspire me.
Fifteen minutes later, kaboom! Hit the spot!
Drum roll.
I present my parody of Hey Jude performed by The Beatles.
Hey Dude
Hey dude, it ain’t so bad Make a rad bong yeah make it better Remember don’t rip the rizlas apart Then you can start to inhale it better
Hey dude, how many made Not afraid to blow out, pacesetter Let’s hit it, you rolled with how many skins Put on a grin, you make it better
And anytime you’re craving cake Hey Dude, mistake Just carry the spliff in this clip holder The smell you know that it’s so cool Who says we’re fools We’re aching to share over your shoulder
Blah
Hey, dude, pass it around We have found you, let’s blow together Remember don’t rip the rizlas apart Then you can start to inhale it better
Yo, breathe it out and breathe it in Hey, dude, no spin We’re waiting for someone to brainstorm with And don’t you blow, it’s not just you Improvement of weed as we get older
Blah, blah, blah
Hey dude, it ain’t so bad Make a rad bong yeah make it better Remember don’t rip the rizlas apart Then you can start to inhale it better
Better, better, better
Blah de blah de blah — (and so on and so fifth to the end)
