Judicial Notice

[Mr Roll-Up]

My Lord is so fragrant
That even the wrongly convicted
Are honoured
To have been sent down
And sentenced
By this Judge

My Lord is so fragrant
That impecunious Barristers
Queue to appear
Pro bono
In front
Of this Judge

My Lord is so fragrant
That My Lady
(His Lady)
Is permanently intoxicated
After years of drinking
In this Judge

My Lord is so fragrant
That I am suspicious
That his smell
Is a cheap splash of
Eau de Justice
That will fade quickly
From this Judge

[maryjane]

While the Hemp Olympics is a crowd-pleaser for the tourists, the holy grail for the locals is the Hemp Cup. Just as woolgrowers and cattle cockies submit their best to be judged at local shows, so, too, do pot growers.

The 25 or so judges assemble outside the Hemp Embassy to be bussed to a secret location. Some have been chosen, others have won the honour in a raffle. Andrew, a backpacker from Dorset, says his mates were "absolutely gutted" when he was chosen in the raffle and they weren't.

Andrew, the organiser, explains that the judges are to short-list three samples according to smell, look and feel, from the 18 on offer. The winner will be the one with the best taste and the best "stone". I ask Freja, a judge who's travelled down from Mullumbimby, how she can differentiate between the effect of one cone and the next. "Well, it's like that feeling when you see the cops," she explains. "You sort of straighten yourself out. I put myself in that frame of mind, go for a walk, and that allows me to distinguish between the stones."


After a while, Andrew calls the judges to attention. "We are about an hour into the judging here and by this stage you should have, ah, sampled your three favourites and, ah, you should be coming to a decision on which will be your winner. You should be sitting down and discussing it with other people, writing it down and, ah, we should be close to a winner. If not, then, um, well ... smoke them all again."

Sample number two is the eventual winner, for the second year running.

It's Sunday morning and heavy rain has fallen through the night. Sodden students and hippies poke their heads out from tents and Kombi vans beside the road. It has rained like this almost every Mardi Grass: they've tried to change the date, but that would require a decision, so they've left it at the first weekend in May. Down at Peace Park, a lone performer plays on the stage. The rain is still falling lightly and there is just one man dancing in the mud before the stage. The performer finishes his song and says, "This is an illegal announcement ... overthrow your government."

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[Mr Roll-Up]

my poem is not here as an opportunity for you to plug the taking of illegal substances, my poem is here for the enjoyment of other members.

[maryjane]

I wasn’t plugging illegal substances in my post. I don’t even like pot. I wondered why the moniker “Mr Roll-up” with your poem and discovered that it implies rolling joints... and thought it not a coincidence that you write “so fragrant”

I enjoyed your poem, thus I posted the above, that via synchronicity, included judges and marijuana, as well as a singer on stage. It seemed too appropriate (in a demented way) to not share.

Please forgive me, Mr. Roll-up... I’m afraid I have no defense.

[Mr Roll-Up]

I wasn’t plugging illegal substances in my post. I don’t even like pot. I wondered why the moniker “Mr Roll-up” with your poem and discovered that it implies rolling joints... and thought it not a coincidence that you write “so fragrant”

I enjoyed your poem, thus I posted the above, that via synchronicity, included judges and marijuana, as well as a singer on stage. It seemed too appropriate (in a demented way) to not share.

Please forgive me, Mr. Roll-up... I’m afraid I have no defense.

you are completely forgiven. I am a foolish fool who was responding foolishly. btw, what's a joint like that doing in a girl like you?

[maryjane]

you are completely forgiven. I am a foolish fool who was responding foolishly. btw, what's a joint like that doing in a girl like you?

Thanks for understanding. I’m just sentenced here is my answer.

[Mr Roll-Up]

you are completely forgiven. I am a foolish fool who was responding foolishly. btw, what's a joint like that doing in a girl like you?

Thanks for understanding. I’m just sentenced here is my answer.

careful, womens' prisons are habit-forming

[Mr Roll-Up]

you are completely forgiven. I am a foolish fool who was responding foolishly. btw, what's a joint like that doing in a girl like you?

Thanks for understanding. I’m just sentenced here is my answer.

careful, womens' prisons are habit-forming

also, we have noticed that your name is a complete, total, 100%, absolute anagram of Marijuana.

ps except the "e", oh, and the "y". also the "u". maybe some others as well?

[maryjane]

also, we have noticed that your name is a complete, total, 100%, absolute anagram of Marijuana.

ps except the "e", oh, and the "y". also the "u". maybe some others as well?

I will get to work on this and see if anything can be done.

[Mr Roll-Up]

also, we have noticed that your name is a complete, total, 100%, absolute anagram of Marijuana.

ps except the "e", oh, and the "y". also the "u". maybe some others as well?

I will get to work on this and see if anything can be done.

thank you, marujania

[paula_hansen]

My Lord is indeed fragrant, this may be the finest poem ever written on this sometime blaspheming forum.