How Ram Stole the Ganja

Ram, the domesticated sheep
One night, couldn't sleep
The magic of scarab beetles
Kept him wide awake
The barn creeps with evils
His heart felt a quake
Approaching the pyramided haystack
A five-fingered-leave plant stopped him in his track
Taking a munch was a punch
Scrunch-scrunch, he ate a bunch
Parachutes shot from the skies
Blood blurred his eyes
Lightning struck him hard
How happy he felt instead of being scarred
Questions flooded his mind,
When sleep finally bind
Little did he know,
On a pyschotic rampage, he went
Everyone was his foe
After his energy was spent.