My Mate

Had a mate who was straight,
He could not relate,
To the strange,
So he changed,
And now my mate's great,
He still felt quite straight,
So some mushrooms he ate,
Took a trip and a dip and a dive,
Came alive,
To the trees he did run,
Where his journey begun,
With the fairies
And furry mysterious ones,
'I like this' he thought,
So some acid he bought,
And the answer he sought,
To the meaning of life,
But he didn't tell his wife,
Which caused him some strife,
Now he's a hippy,
And he's really quite trippy,
He's great,
My mate!

© Lee & Bedford