There was an old man called jack..
Who rolled up some mack and crack..
He smoked all day long..
Even hitting the bong..
And now he's flat out on his back.
420 Limerick Contest bringing the fire
Though writing poetry has never been a desire
When seedstockers offers the finest free seeds
Suddenly poetry suits Newman’sOwn’s needs
Bringing to him the supplies to get higher
There once was an old man named Rick.
All the women thought him a prick.
So he paid a seed bank
And grew some nice dank.
Now they can't get enough Moby Dick.
There once was a Guy called Bear
Got busted and it wasn't fair
So he dug a big hole and low and behold.
He's still growing but no-one knows we're,
So I'm now in a bunker and still growing down under
T RAEB gets his weed in the end.
#420Limerick
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