Two friends named Phil and Claire,
Sat on the couch without a care.
A little green herb, oh what a delight,
They lit up a joint, in the soft evening light.
“Just one puff,” said Claire with a grin,
“We’ll relax and unwind, let the fun begin!”
A giggle, a chortle, they both took a drag,
Then the clock chimed loud—oh no, what a snag!
In a flash they'd forgotten what time it could be,
The hands on the clock spun as wild as a bee.
“Did we just save the world, or maybe a puppy?”
Phil scratched his head, “I thought we felt jumpy?”
“Wait, was that the sun, or just my old lamp?”
“We’ve been here too long, the day’s in a cramp!”
The fridge was their friend, snacks everywhere,
Munchies galore, they found popcorn to share!
They chowed and they snacked, oh what a spree,
But time slipped away—was it still after three?
“Didn’t we plan on watching that show?”
“Or was it a movie? Who really can know?”
They giggled and laughed as the minutes flew past,
While thoughts drifted on in an unconscious cast.
“What’s that in the sky, is it clouds or the moon?”
“Why are my shoes dancing? It’s too late for noon!”
As laughter erupted like a bubbling brook,
They lost track of the hours, even time on a hook!
So if you find yourself in this whimsical state,
Go easy, my friend, don’t tempt twisted fate!
For time waits for no one, as they say with a sigh,
Especially not stoners, with clouds in their eyes.
So here’s to Phil and Claire, their silly little crime:
A cannabis journey that defies all of time!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
