Ok so i have become inspired to write some short poems regarding certain people here, its just a little fun and i hope it brings a giggle or two.
there is more to come, i have only done a few, so beware i may just be writing about you haha, its just for fun i dont mean to harm or offend anyone in any way.
if you have anything you would like to share , get creative and post away !!
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poem #1 Agito
Agito is his name , and 600 watts are his game
he grows with no shame , his kush ryder he will tame.
He is an autoflower master , a mechanical rasta
he does many good jobs around the house, except when it involves plaster.
His avatar is rare , and so is his evil stare
he is a grower with good intentions , with great tent dimensions.
his garden looks clean , for some this is a dream
when i stare into the beam , i just want to cream.
for a robot like agito , it is hard for him to eat
considering for his favourite food tends to be meat.
As he kisses his plants , he is touching his pants
for some they would think , in there he has ants.
cheese on toast in the morning , and the same at night
agito likes to get high and fly his own kite.
he has pancakes in his hair , so growers beware
this happy grower just does not seem to care.
im taking this too far, as my buds cure in a mason jar
he stays up late in the bar , not shooting heroin black tar.
to go home he transforms into a car, the journey is not far.
but he makes it with speed, to get back to his wonderfull weed.
he sows another seed , and does the good deed
he turns into a cowboy and rides hard his high steed.
agito is a robot for he does not bleed, when i see your garden i turn green with greed.
if there is one thing i need, it shalt be some weed.
agitos mechanical nipples go hard in the cold
his tight buds are resistant to mould.
he grows many strains, to cure many pains
as he is a robot he rusts when it rains.
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poem #2 Herbal.Experience
They call him herbal , and he grows in a computer
dont get the wrong idea, hes a nice guy not a looter.
He is a micro grow master, the cfl king
watch out with your skunk he might have a fling.
he is a nice guy and he always at hand
hes so nice he would easily give you for free over a grand.
his computer gentley rumbles with amazing delight
if you take a sneak peak into the glow of light
you will see a little cutie called a lowryder 2
and that plant is gently saying i will mind fuck you.
he produces great bud in his pc case of love
its quality herb brother, definatley not mud.
he has the experience they say, and boy they are right
he goes at it hard and gives a good fight.
the effort he shows is way above par, he should learn to drive and own himself a car.
but herbal dont need this as his flys like harry
on the broom catching the snitch , while seeking the kush van stitch.
my poems are wack but herbal is not, he looks good even when his nose is covered in snot.
he likes to eat cheese and get down on his knees
and book one way flights to belize.
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poem #3 BKM420
So they call him BKM420 , when it comes to cookies he has plenty
he likes to play with his food , his friends think its rather rude.
he likes soggy biscuit on his face, and sprays himself in the eyes with mace
he stays up late on a weekday night , on the toilet pushing out a shite.
so he now has started a new thread and grow, at the time of year it begins to snow.
im sure it will be great and smoke very well , so strong it will send him to hell.
he grew a super hash and a northern light, staring at those girls naked in the night.
he would touch himself with oreo's while dancing in his pantyhose.
he knows i mean well and this is just a joke, its crazy what i do once ive had a smoke.
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poem #4 Hazy
So hes the one they call hazy , and to be truthfull hes far from lazy
growing his gorgeous plants which look amazing and crazy.
the think different he grown really looks ace, im sure the effect takes you right up to space.
in the growroom at night he stares at his plant , while having a cheeky fondle in his pant.
hazy you amaze me with your tight nuggets of love , i wish i was the hps smiling down from above.
all the best with your autopots , for that amazing bud i would suck many cocks.
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poem #5 Red eyed c
so what is this i see, it looks as if its red eyed c
is he a guy or he a she, for i know not what he or she may be
he is a grower of high delight, with his plants he sure puts up a fight
he smokes bowls till the morning does come,he lies on his back and shoots his load at the sun.
he is a lighting moderator and he is so kind, he is so bright when i look at him i feel blind.
grower , smoker and piss poor at poker, to be fair he knows im a joker
trying to induce a little bit of fun, red eyed c fingers his bum
but i should hold back before he tells my mum.
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poem #6 Mossy
so where do i start with this guy they call mossy
some call him smart and some call him bossy
truth be told he might just be both , i hear hes a good baker he makes a good loaf.
breeder master he may be, its obvious its there for all too see
mossy is a monster a demon indeed, he creates some outstanding evil weed
killer and consistant just like his seeds, but kind and caring for all of his needs.
some say why is he called mossy, its time for the truth
as we AFN growers shout off the roof.
he is an evolved garden beast covered in moss, he has taken human form and loves to floss.
he plays with his plants in a gentle way, and they whisper back to him softly and say.
mossy mossy come and play, you touch us in such a special way
we will bear buds for you and shine in the sun
we love you mossy youre number 1
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poem #7 Stylez717
i know a guy and his name is stylez , he may have a tiny head but he always smiles.
dancing and prancing around the buds, kissing and caring and spreading the love.
he is always sure to say how he feels, thats after he smokes one inbetween meals.
he lives in a hole inside a tree, currently theres a leak of chipmunk pee.
hes like bob the builder he can sure fix things
when he goes to a job alot of tools he brings.
so what is 717 some may ask, is the number on his magic flask
magic flask you say what may this be, its a sacred cup he owns he won for free.
on this cup there is this number, its the number of the tree where he may go into slumber.
my poems arent amazing but its just a bit of fun, my fun is safe and not like some
for they like to approach from the rear and thrust up the bum.
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to be continued...
there is more to come, i have only done a few, so beware i may just be writing about you haha, its just for fun i dont mean to harm or offend anyone in any way.
if you have anything you would like to share , get creative and post away !!
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poem #1 Agito
Agito is his name , and 600 watts are his game
he grows with no shame , his kush ryder he will tame.
He is an autoflower master , a mechanical rasta
he does many good jobs around the house, except when it involves plaster.
His avatar is rare , and so is his evil stare
he is a grower with good intentions , with great tent dimensions.
his garden looks clean , for some this is a dream
when i stare into the beam , i just want to cream.
for a robot like agito , it is hard for him to eat
considering for his favourite food tends to be meat.
As he kisses his plants , he is touching his pants
for some they would think , in there he has ants.
cheese on toast in the morning , and the same at night
agito likes to get high and fly his own kite.
he has pancakes in his hair , so growers beware
this happy grower just does not seem to care.
im taking this too far, as my buds cure in a mason jar
he stays up late in the bar , not shooting heroin black tar.
to go home he transforms into a car, the journey is not far.
but he makes it with speed, to get back to his wonderfull weed.
he sows another seed , and does the good deed
he turns into a cowboy and rides hard his high steed.
agito is a robot for he does not bleed, when i see your garden i turn green with greed.
if there is one thing i need, it shalt be some weed.
agitos mechanical nipples go hard in the cold
his tight buds are resistant to mould.
he grows many strains, to cure many pains
as he is a robot he rusts when it rains.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
poem #2 Herbal.Experience
They call him herbal , and he grows in a computer
dont get the wrong idea, hes a nice guy not a looter.
He is a micro grow master, the cfl king
watch out with your skunk he might have a fling.
he is a nice guy and he always at hand
hes so nice he would easily give you for free over a grand.
his computer gentley rumbles with amazing delight
if you take a sneak peak into the glow of light
you will see a little cutie called a lowryder 2
and that plant is gently saying i will mind fuck you.
he produces great bud in his pc case of love
its quality herb brother, definatley not mud.
he has the experience they say, and boy they are right
he goes at it hard and gives a good fight.
the effort he shows is way above par, he should learn to drive and own himself a car.
but herbal dont need this as his flys like harry
on the broom catching the snitch , while seeking the kush van stitch.
my poems are wack but herbal is not, he looks good even when his nose is covered in snot.
he likes to eat cheese and get down on his knees
and book one way flights to belize.
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poem #3 BKM420
So they call him BKM420 , when it comes to cookies he has plenty
he likes to play with his food , his friends think its rather rude.
he likes soggy biscuit on his face, and sprays himself in the eyes with mace
he stays up late on a weekday night , on the toilet pushing out a shite.
so he now has started a new thread and grow, at the time of year it begins to snow.
im sure it will be great and smoke very well , so strong it will send him to hell.
he grew a super hash and a northern light, staring at those girls naked in the night.
he would touch himself with oreo's while dancing in his pantyhose.
he knows i mean well and this is just a joke, its crazy what i do once ive had a smoke.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
poem #4 Hazy
So hes the one they call hazy , and to be truthfull hes far from lazy
growing his gorgeous plants which look amazing and crazy.
the think different he grown really looks ace, im sure the effect takes you right up to space.
in the growroom at night he stares at his plant , while having a cheeky fondle in his pant.
hazy you amaze me with your tight nuggets of love , i wish i was the hps smiling down from above.
all the best with your autopots , for that amazing bud i would suck many cocks.
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poem #5 Red eyed c
so what is this i see, it looks as if its red eyed c
is he a guy or he a she, for i know not what he or she may be
he is a grower of high delight, with his plants he sure puts up a fight
he smokes bowls till the morning does come,he lies on his back and shoots his load at the sun.
he is a lighting moderator and he is so kind, he is so bright when i look at him i feel blind.
grower , smoker and piss poor at poker, to be fair he knows im a joker
trying to induce a little bit of fun, red eyed c fingers his bum
but i should hold back before he tells my mum.
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poem #6 Mossy
so where do i start with this guy they call mossy
some call him smart and some call him bossy
truth be told he might just be both , i hear hes a good baker he makes a good loaf.
breeder master he may be, its obvious its there for all too see
mossy is a monster a demon indeed, he creates some outstanding evil weed
killer and consistant just like his seeds, but kind and caring for all of his needs.
some say why is he called mossy, its time for the truth
as we AFN growers shout off the roof.
he is an evolved garden beast covered in moss, he has taken human form and loves to floss.
he plays with his plants in a gentle way, and they whisper back to him softly and say.
mossy mossy come and play, you touch us in such a special way
we will bear buds for you and shine in the sun
we love you mossy youre number 1
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poem #7 Stylez717
i know a guy and his name is stylez , he may have a tiny head but he always smiles.
dancing and prancing around the buds, kissing and caring and spreading the love.
he is always sure to say how he feels, thats after he smokes one inbetween meals.
he lives in a hole inside a tree, currently theres a leak of chipmunk pee.
hes like bob the builder he can sure fix things
when he goes to a job alot of tools he brings.
so what is 717 some may ask, is the number on his magic flask
magic flask you say what may this be, its a sacred cup he owns he won for free.
on this cup there is this number, its the number of the tree where he may go into slumber.
my poems arent amazing but its just a bit of fun, my fun is safe and not like some
for they like to approach from the rear and thrust up the bum.
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to be continued...
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nice poem, low.. yours and JM's coming very soon
