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I didnt wright this and forgot where I found it at but was a weed site lol
Every Grower
Down in Grower-ville
Liked Harvest a lot...
But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Grower-ville,
Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Harvest! The whole Harvest season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his drug laws were two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Harvest Eve, hating the Growers all,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Grower down in Grower-ville beneath
Was busy now, flushing the buds so the smoke is so clean
"And they're cleaning their sheers!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Harvest! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Harvest from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Grower patients would wake in pain.
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their bongs or their joints!
And then! Oh, the lost taxes! Oh, the lost taxes!
That's one thing he hated! The lost taxes! the lost taxes!
Then the Growers, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Grower-pudding, and rare Grower-roast-beast
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Grower down in Grower-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with 420 bells stroking.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Growers would start bong smoking!
They'd smoke! And they'd smoke!
AND they'd smoke! SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKING!
And the more the Grinch thought of the Grower-Harvest-Smoke
The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Harvest from coming!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GRINCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Grinch Laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!
"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is some fear..."
The Grinch looked around.
But since reefer was safe, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch...?
No! The Grinch simply said,
"If I can't find a law that strikes fear, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his doc Max. Then he took some fake threats
Hed say they will become cheats and all turn into thugs
Hed say it will lead to more dangerous drugs
Hed say it makes the children crazy
oh ya, and lazy.
THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle sleigh
And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Growers
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Growers were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first house in the square.
"This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Grower clones all set in a row.
"These clones," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every plant present!
Bubblegum! And White Widow! Dynamite! Northern lights!
Haze! NY Diesel! Ultra-Skunk! AK47! Anything with Trichs
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Growers' feast!
He took the Grower-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Grower-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the that one that looks like a tree!"
And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Grower!
Little Cindy-Lou Grower, who was not more than twenty two.
The Grinch had been caught by this little Grower daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why,
"Why are you taking our medicine tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a chemical in this tree that won't help you at all.
"So I'm taking it home to my grow room, my dear.
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the stoned girl. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Grower went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the bic for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
And the one speck of weed
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Growers' houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Growers' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn...
All the Growers, still a-bed
All the Growers, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their plants! The nutriens! The lights!
The pH down! And the rockwool! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit,
He rode to the tiptop to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Growers!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Harvest is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"The all the Growers down in Grower-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Grinch,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Grower-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Grower down in Grower-ville, the tall and the small,
Was smoking! Without any harvest at all!
He HADN'T stopped Harvest from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without plants! It came without stash!
"It came without joints, bongs or hash!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Pot," he thought, "doesn't lead to other drugs.
"Maybe Harvest...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
Maybe no matter how hard he tried or how much he lied to keep maryjane down.
.... he ouldnt stop anyone from growing just outside town.
And what happened then...?
Well...in Grower-ville they say
That the Grinch's effectiveness
Was lessened that day!
And the minute his laws didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the joys! And the plants for the hookah, Hurray!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Grinch trimmed the Chronic that day!
Every Grower
Down in Grower-ville
Liked Harvest a lot...
But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Grower-ville,
Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Harvest! The whole Harvest season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his drug laws were two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Harvest Eve, hating the Growers all,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Grower down in Grower-ville beneath
Was busy now, flushing the buds so the smoke is so clean
"And they're cleaning their sheers!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Harvest! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Harvest from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Grower patients would wake in pain.
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their bongs or their joints!
And then! Oh, the lost taxes! Oh, the lost taxes!
That's one thing he hated! The lost taxes! the lost taxes!
Then the Growers, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Grower-pudding, and rare Grower-roast-beast
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Grower down in Grower-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with 420 bells stroking.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Growers would start bong smoking!
They'd smoke! And they'd smoke!
AND they'd smoke! SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKING!
And the more the Grinch thought of the Grower-Harvest-Smoke
The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Harvest from coming!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GRINCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Grinch Laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!
"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is some fear..."
The Grinch looked around.
But since reefer was safe, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch...?
No! The Grinch simply said,
"If I can't find a law that strikes fear, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his doc Max. Then he took some fake threats
Hed say they will become cheats and all turn into thugs
Hed say it will lead to more dangerous drugs
Hed say it makes the children crazy
oh ya, and lazy.
THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle sleigh
And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Growers
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Growers were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first house in the square.
"This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Grower clones all set in a row.
"These clones," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every plant present!
Bubblegum! And White Widow! Dynamite! Northern lights!
Haze! NY Diesel! Ultra-Skunk! AK47! Anything with Trichs
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Growers' feast!
He took the Grower-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Grower-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the that one that looks like a tree!"
And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Grower!
Little Cindy-Lou Grower, who was not more than twenty two.
The Grinch had been caught by this little Grower daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why,
"Why are you taking our medicine tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a chemical in this tree that won't help you at all.
"So I'm taking it home to my grow room, my dear.
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the stoned girl. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Grower went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the bic for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
And the one speck of weed
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Growers' houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Growers' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn...
All the Growers, still a-bed
All the Growers, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their plants! The nutriens! The lights!
The pH down! And the rockwool! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit,
He rode to the tiptop to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Growers!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Harvest is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"The all the Growers down in Grower-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Grinch,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Grower-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Grower down in Grower-ville, the tall and the small,
Was smoking! Without any harvest at all!
He HADN'T stopped Harvest from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without plants! It came without stash!
"It came without joints, bongs or hash!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Pot," he thought, "doesn't lead to other drugs.
"Maybe Harvest...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
Maybe no matter how hard he tried or how much he lied to keep maryjane down.
.... he ouldnt stop anyone from growing just outside town.
And what happened then...?
Well...in Grower-ville they say
That the Grinch's effectiveness
Was lessened that day!
And the minute his laws didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the joys! And the plants for the hookah, Hurray!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Grinch trimmed the Chronic that day!
