Twas the night before christmas, The bong was all packed
With hopes that by midnight, we'd be stoned to the max.
We drank Southern Comfort, And smoked some afghan,
that my buddy had grown in the back of his van.
All of a sudden, came a knock at the door
"It's a bust" we all yelled
And Frank hit the floor.
But what to our red glossy eyes should appear
a pound of Columbian, and two kegs of beer.
The man at the door gave a big ripper smile
So we invited him in to stay for awhile.
He sat in the corner and started to roll
So we filled up his beer mug and sparked up a bowl.
he asked to see seeds from that guy who was crazy
but i was to high, and way to damn lazy
so he took a big rip of my last homegrown s***
and coughed so hard, his pants almost split
then after a few, he was just up and gone..
and then i noticed he took my very best bong
then i looked at my stalking as i went for my cigs,
a volcano? some 'widow'? and a whole case of zigs? (nice guy)
We heard him exclaim as he flew through the sky
"merry christmas mar-passion, hope you all have a nice high" ok, so i'm not the best poet.. but hope you all have a merry christmas anyway!
Thot I would post this, found it on MP last year or the year before....I did not write it.......kinda fun tho....
Welcome budi, nice bonga!