It’s the night before mardigrass and all through the land not a creature is stirring except for the ganja faerie band who are still all awaking with the last touches of fine frippery are still frantically making acres of green to gleam and glitter with sparkle and moonbeam whimsy, frill and flitter sequin and flounce, braid and bead that object of infinite adornment that ultimate attainment of fairy frivolity the all important nimbin mardigrass parade ganja fairy costume folly

All through the year she toils in her patch praying she can grow her beautiful sister with no catch dancing in sunbeams and washed by the rains showers she is skyclad in her beauty like her gentle growing flowers but for her sturdy fairy boots and her magic stripey socks to protect her and her sister from the darkest powers plots those dastardly dance those fiendish foxes those brothers of pork, in the flying squad the minions of power the grey men in boxes who would burn her sisters in the name of a war so she hides in the hills and lets her dreams soar when she can lay down tool and take up her fairy liberation and dance the dance for green emancipation the great annual nimbin mardigrass for hemp liberation

She checks her list which is colourful and convoluted all important factors that must be constituted this sacred list of ganja fairy lore first make the costume then chorography then score.

The costume must personify the flower that bears its name an infinite sea of pungent vigorous green splashed with colourful crystals of heady potency each separate flower a beautiful thread of endless genetic fancy and poetry

There’s no such thing as over the top is the fairies costume battlecry no flounce or bow to be unturned on fashion, fancies questioned way no bead or sequinned frippery be spurned or bits pipped in green dye no frill or flounce or sconce unruffled a midnight candles burn aching eyes dry in the quest for the ultimate ganja fairy thing in top, belt, skirt, headwear, bustle and bling.

A fairy has no hustle who has no bustle it’s a well known fairy costume maintenance thing. This icon of fairy ingenuity and engineering will give power and prestige to the bottom it is steering like the gentle flower that grows on the tree so should a fairy get a bustle behind thee lack of bustle could lead to aerodynamic instability and may upset the formation of choreography

Deep in the smoking corridors of ancient fairy wisdom is whispered a deep and disturbing fact that can make a fairy anxious to workout and clean up the art and she may not be told because of fairy sister tact for if she’s careless and gets in a bind and munchies blobs out too much she will sadly find that in fluro green lycra there is no where left to hide

All these important fact are dutifully turn so at last 1st is the crowing of the dawn she ruffled her last, checked the list, its ready to be worn as bleary eyes and sore fingers are born and measures her dash for the final strip its time for the choreography trip

What steps do we choreography, in a one session dash that gunna make us all look incredibly flash that would look, graceful and strong and sassy and true cheeky an sexy, but not too blue that can be learned by all in one rehearsal flat ably a left footed, arrhythmic, addle’pated brat after much tea, laughter and green inspiration we think we’ve made it, what do you think, yeah , dunno, it’ll do it time for the final destination here comes the parade after the may weekend festivation.

Hustle bustle, chitter-chat, glitter flitter, frippery flap a flutter of eyelashes a flurry of flouncy flurogreen finery is on the loose a sumptuous snarl of ganja faeries hits the parade warning, all obstacles must step aside as a snickering snaggle of weed witches bless us as the drum beats our stride in a massed expression of green pride

A mischief of goblins intent on a score throw us all out of sequence, oh what a bore some ones changed the rhythm and sergeant major roars but fortunately not out of sequins and order is soon restored we are the ganja faeries and its our time to dance our faeries dance and join the drumming tribe for the people of fragment flowers stand shinning in the light to claim for one day a year that which is ours by right with all the others in the mardigrass parade.

A demonstration of peoples will against government might for a stupid law a stand against is made

If you want to spot a true faerie in the mardigrass melee they say there’s only one sure way as sure as knowing head from leaf or a shovel from a spade or night from day there’s one sure way to spot a ganja faerie maid in the nimbin mardi grass parade for underneath, so it said, her razzle, dazzle her bouncing bustle her fearless stride, her glittering apparel are the little reminders of her naked garden struts hers sturdy boots, her stripey socks and her pouch full of wacky baccy bud.

Biskit