Hempy Hashmas

By: Khadijah Khalifa

T’was the dab before Hashmas and all through the house, not a stoner was burning, not even a half ounce.

Those tokers were burned out all snug in their beds, while visions of doja nugs danced ’round with dreadheads.

Then out near the bong, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from my bed to see a glob of clear shatter!!!

It was Dank Skunkius with his little stash of baked hash, his fatty joint that shook when he laughed droppin’ remainders of hash ash.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work and filled all the bongs. Reloading Wacky tabacky, wax pens, dabs all the night long.

The ganja leaves were all smoking by the bongchimney with care, in hopes that each stoner would hotbox and get lifted straight up in the air.

Then replacing dead Bics and rolling up fresh wax and kiefer dipped joints, he twisted up his fat stash sack of stoner cool points.

And I heard him exclaim as he toked and pulled the Cannabus out of sight, “HEMPY Hashmas to all and to all a good flight!!!”