/// When Hildegard stood very straight,
she could balance a great deal of weight.
She imagined her spine
as a vertical line
and a flat surface crowning her pate.

/// Hildegard here is pictured Returning
from the Fields with the weeds she’d be burning.
As the smoke hit the sky,
those nearby became high.
Now she can’t believe how much she’s earning.

/// Some claimed smoking this weed was a sin,
so the girl vowed she’d never begin.
Let the buyers breathe ash,
she’d just think of the cash
and the fact that she’s raking it in.

/// Acrid fumes irritated her throat,
and the “munchies” would make the girl bloat,
so she’d easily choose
to supply, but not use.
(Cutting profits got Hildegard’s goat.)

/// Fleas might come from those plants on her crown
which she totes from the fields into town.
But her neighbors would say
that she lives the cliche
and with “dogs” she’s been seen lying down.