Wizzlebiz
Well-Known Member
Twas the night before Xmas and all through the tent, and the fans were blowing and the stems were bent,
The harvests all hung in the dark with care, in hopes that it dries.. it needs moving air.
The buds all scroged and snug in there nets, while millions of trichomes built on there heads.
Mama with her joint and I with my blunt, had just settled down to toke on the runtz.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I was really concerned so I toked on the shatter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, then I realized that's where I had left my hash.
It was cold outside with new fallen snow, would my plants survive this frost... I really don't know.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear? 3 pounds of mimosa and 1 single beer.
There was a fat old man so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must have a Thai stick.
More rapid than eagles the strains they came, he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now kush, now diesel, now green crack and Panama red
On chemdog, on gelato, on white rhino, and lambs bread
I Have to top the plants and FIM while still small.
Then Low stress train, low stress train, low stress train all!
As the buds dried above a hurricane fan
He said smoke a test bud as soon as you can
So to the top of the plants like a flash they flew,
To sprinkle diatomaceous earth onto the gorilla glue
And then ina twinkle I know I heard the proof
Of @Jeffislovinlife growing his plants on the roof
As I thought in my head that's about a pound
Could be 2 if I planted it in the ground
The buds all covered with trichomes that shine
If I need to use Spinosad it will still be fine.
With a bunch of trim scissors tied to his sack
He looked ready to chop but he had to be held back
His eyes how they twinkled, while looking at the kush,
His fingers so sticky from from touching the bush,
The smile on his face was drawn like a bow
With the white on his beard frosty from blow,
The stump of a bowl he held tight in his teeth.
He blew out smoke rings that looked like a Christmas wreath
He rolled a fat blunt with a round little belly
And when he lit it....Oh man it was smelly
It was chubby and plump, a right jolly ol spliff
I stood back and watched him as he lit the tip
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He said "I have the munchies. Got any bread?"
I gave him his food then he went swiftly to work
Filling all the stockings with bongs that hurt,
Then laying his finger beside his nose,
He snorted my coke and up the Chimney he rose
He sprung to his ride to his reindeer he gave some shotties
This ride will be fun. Time for the deer to get naughty
Then I heard him exclaim as he flew out of site
Merry Xmas to all, and to all a good high.
Merry Xmas RIU.
The harvests all hung in the dark with care, in hopes that it dries.. it needs moving air.
The buds all scroged and snug in there nets, while millions of trichomes built on there heads.
Mama with her joint and I with my blunt, had just settled down to toke on the runtz.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I was really concerned so I toked on the shatter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, then I realized that's where I had left my hash.
It was cold outside with new fallen snow, would my plants survive this frost... I really don't know.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear? 3 pounds of mimosa and 1 single beer.
There was a fat old man so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must have a Thai stick.
More rapid than eagles the strains they came, he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now kush, now diesel, now green crack and Panama red
On chemdog, on gelato, on white rhino, and lambs bread
I Have to top the plants and FIM while still small.
Then Low stress train, low stress train, low stress train all!
As the buds dried above a hurricane fan
He said smoke a test bud as soon as you can
So to the top of the plants like a flash they flew,
To sprinkle diatomaceous earth onto the gorilla glue
And then ina twinkle I know I heard the proof
Of @Jeffislovinlife growing his plants on the roof
As I thought in my head that's about a pound
Could be 2 if I planted it in the ground
The buds all covered with trichomes that shine
If I need to use Spinosad it will still be fine.
With a bunch of trim scissors tied to his sack
He looked ready to chop but he had to be held back
His eyes how they twinkled, while looking at the kush,
His fingers so sticky from from touching the bush,
The smile on his face was drawn like a bow
With the white on his beard frosty from blow,
The stump of a bowl he held tight in his teeth.
He blew out smoke rings that looked like a Christmas wreath
He rolled a fat blunt with a round little belly
And when he lit it....Oh man it was smelly
It was chubby and plump, a right jolly ol spliff
I stood back and watched him as he lit the tip
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He said "I have the munchies. Got any bread?"
I gave him his food then he went swiftly to work
Filling all the stockings with bongs that hurt,
Then laying his finger beside his nose,
He snorted my coke and up the Chimney he rose
He sprung to his ride to his reindeer he gave some shotties
This ride will be fun. Time for the deer to get naughty
Then I heard him exclaim as he flew out of site
Merry Xmas to all, and to all a good high.
Merry Xmas RIU.
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