420DoGGFaThEr

This is a poem I wrote one day, and it has been heard by very few, so this is,

A Stoners Christmas

Twas the night before christmas
and all through the house
everyone was drunk, including the mouse,
the booze is all gone,
the weed is all smoked,
we gave timmy a hit,
and he almost choked,
the dogs have stopped barking,
everyones asleep,
some guy is outside ****ing the sheep,
when out on the lawn arose such a clatter,
I fell on my face trying to see what was the matter,
out on the lawn, to my suprise,
here in my roses, old Santa Clause lies,
he was pushed from his sleigh,
cuz, the elves are on strike,
and now all the reindeer are nowhere in sight,
so I ran outside to the jolly fat man,
he was higher than an african,
he said ho ho ho, heres the christman cheer,
and from his sack he pulled a flat of beer,
a pound of cron, was next to appear,
so we broke out the bong and smoked to next year.
this story it may sound weird to your ear,
so go get high and it will become clear,
santa's a stoner you have to agree.

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I HAVE MISPLACED MY PANTS - Homer
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Freakish

heh! great poem, i have believed that santa was a stoner ever since i worked out that christmas was the best time of year for potheads....you get money for weed and loads of chocolate for munches.

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All of the above it true...except for the lies