‘Twas the night before 4/20, and all through the pad,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a dab.
The concentrates were stacked by the rig with care,
In hopes that the stoners soon would be there.
The wildebeest hustled, preparing with glee,
For the free dab bar at the 4/20 spree.
With papers and grinders, and a little weed too,
We readied the stash for a magnificent brew.
The smoke filled the air with its fragrant delight,
As we rolled up the joints, tight and just right.
Eagerly awaiting the festivities unseen,
For the 4/20 party, where good vibes convene.
When out in the distance, we heard quite a clatter,
It wasn’t police, but our friends with their chatter.
Away to the door, I flew like The Flash,
To welcome them in with a dab and some stash.
With eyes that gleamed red, and munchies in tow,
They came bearing gifts of the weed they grow.
We sparked up the bowls, and passed them around,
And laughter and cheer filled the air with sound.
So we toasted to friendship, and all that is green,
On this night before 4/20, a stoner’s dream.
And as we exhaled, in clouds that did rise,
Happy 4/20 to all, and to all a good high!
Have A Weird 4/20
