Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:22 am
I got a story...
One day in BC, five guys including me.
Wound up with eight pounds,fresh outta tha ground.
But an off duty cop, said she saw us pickin our crop .
And quietly followed,(luckily) we noticed and fled.
We were jumpy and stashed most on a beach,
returned home to find none other than the police.
In my pack, were garbage bags and a sac.
Strange enough, they let loose the cuffs.
They did talk to the driver,
but none was the wiser.
Now what happened to the weed,
ahhh thats another story...
I only made a poem because I noticed that some of the lines rhymed while I was writing it the first time. So whadya think?
One day in BC, five guys including me.
Wound up with eight pounds,fresh outta tha ground.
But an off duty cop, said she saw us pickin our crop .
And quietly followed,(luckily) we noticed and fled.
We were jumpy and stashed most on a beach,
returned home to find none other than the police.
In my pack, were garbage bags and a sac.
Strange enough, they let loose the cuffs.
They did talk to the driver,
but none was the wiser.
Now what happened to the weed,
ahhh thats another story...
I only made a poem because I noticed that some of the lines rhymed while I was writing it the first time. So whadya think?
