Twas The Night Before
The Cannabis Cup
And so the story goes...
Twas the night before Cannabis
When all through the Palace
Not a Judge was smoking
That's grounds for malice
The suitcases were packed
With all the judges gear
In hopes that the Cannabis Cup
Soon would be here
The dogs were nestled
All snug in our beds
While visions of smoke-plumes
Drift through our heads
Patty with her resin heaven
And I with my pipe
Had just settled down
For a long smokeless night
When out on the grass
There arose such a song
I crawled from the bed
And I grabbed my bong
Down the stairway
I flew like a flash
Tore open the door
Got handed some hash
And buds with crystals
Like a new fallen snow
Gave the mixture I had
A wonderful glow
When what to my bloodshot eyes
Should appear
But a miniature hookah
And eight tiny beers
With a little old lighter
So lively and quick
I filled up the bong
Till the smoke was thick
More rapid than roaches
The hits they came
And I whistled, and I shouted
And called them by name
Now, El Nino
Now, Shanti Baba
Now, Grey Mist
And Haze
On,Temple Balls
On Pollen Hash
On King Hassan
And on to a Daze
To the top of the room
To the top of the wall
Now hash away
Hash away
Hash away all
As dry leaves that before
The wild bong hits fly
When they meet a smoker
They fly to the sky
So up to the house top
The partiers they flew
With the tray full of buds
And hashish too
And then, in a moment
I flew over the roofs
I prance and I danced
On smokey little poofs
As I drew in my hit
And was spinning around
I fell down the chimney
Then I hit the ground
I was feeling real good
In my head from my deeds
And my clothes were all tarnished
With hashes and weeds
A bag full of buds
I had flung on my back
And I looked like a dealer
Just opening his pack
My eyes were so red
My high was so merry
My mouth was like cotten
And hot as a cherry
My throat felt so dry
Like an empty cup
And the beard on my chin
Was shriveling up
The stump of a pipe
I held tight in my teeth
And the smoke
It encircled my head
Like a wreath
I had a smiling face
I was in a daze
I smoked, when I laughed
With my bowl full of haze
Now, I'm chubby and plump
A right jolly old smoker
And you'd laugh when you see me
And I'm no joker
A wink of my eye
And a twist of my head
Soon gave me to know
I'd like to grow dreads
I smoked a big bud
Then went straight to my work
And filled all the cabinets
Then turned with a jerk
And laying my lighter
Aside of my nose
And taking a hit
Up the chimney I rose
I flew to my tray
And to my bundle of buds
And away we all flew
Wrong... we hit like a thud
I guess we can't fly
So we drove all the way
Saying Happy Cannabis to all
And to all a good play!
By Don Collins
Pype's Palace 1998