"‘Twas the night before 4/20, when all through society
Not a pothead was stirring, no reason for anxiety;
The kush was all ground, and rolled with such care,
For others may come, and I must be prepared;
The stoners asleep all comfy on the couch,
No cause for alarm, they probably passed out;
And Mary with her kief box, and I with some papers,
Giggling like school children, inhaling THC vapors.
When from not far away there arose sound of bubbles
I stumbled from bed to see what caused the trouble,
Away in the shed I glimpsed smoke-filled light,
As if Cheech and Chong had been toking all night
I put my bong down, as worry turned to dismay
And I wondered if my glazed eyes had led me astray,
When, what to my curious nose should arrive
But, a scent o’ so potent, which words can’t describe,
With a haze through the garden, so skunky and thick
That I heard my nose, pleading, “please, don’t be a trick!”
More fragrant than juicy fruit, its odor did proclaim,
I had to appeal for a hit of that strain;
“Hey toker! And, smoker! And Bill and Ted!
And bumout! And, hippie! And stoner and pothead!
To the beanbag in the den! To the hotbox down the hall!
Let’s toke up! Toke up! Toke up one and all!"

I didn't write it, but I thought everyone would enjoy it just the same. :)

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Sun, 04/24/2011 - 5:02pm

could you add who wrote this, so i can add it to a short book of highDEAd poems i'm making? thanks!

Sun, 04/24/2011 - 9:10pm
Blitzyx3 Says:

I tried finding the author but all that comes up is just websites with it on them.

Sun, 04/24/2011 - 5:04pm

thats pretty dope! fascinating, interesting and your profile pic is cute

Thu, 01/03/2013 - 8:24pm
Gawillamon Says:

This is fucking hilarious. I'm going to read this to all of my friends on 4/20.

Fri, 01/04/2013 - 10:56pm
moldy420 Says:

it has 42 like i dont want to change it its an awesome poem though

Fri, 01/04/2013 - 11:17pm