In a cozy little corner, where the green smoke swirls,
A band of jovial brothers, and a few delightful girls,
With munchies piled high, and laughter in the air,
They gathered 'round the table, with dreams beyond compare.
“Let us pen our finest verses!” one of them proclaimed,
With twinkling eyes and giggles, their ambition uncontained.
So they passed the joint around, like a baton in a race,
Each puff igniting rhymes that twisted time and space.
One friend named Clyde, with a notebook full of cheese,
Declared, “I’ll write about the stars! Oh, what a cosmic
tease!”
But his thoughts got all jumbled, like a cat up in a tree,
He ended with a sonnet on the merits of brie.
Then came sweet Marie, with sparkles in her eyes,
She started with a haiku about the moonlit skies,
But her focus wavered quickly, as the snacks called her name,
Her poem turned to nachos, and she shrugged, “It’s all the
same!”
And oh, dear old Pete, with a flair for the divine,
Said “I’ll write an epic! A ballad so sublime!”
But his rhymes all went to places where no words dare to tread,
He wrote an ode to jellybeans, then fell asleep instead.
Around the table, giggles burst like fireworks bright,
As they crafted humorous sonnets that danced in pure delight.
Their verses made no sense, a surreal, silly spree,
Yet in the haze of laughter, they felt so wild and free.
So here’s to the poets, high upon THC,
With scribbles of nonsense, and a side of irony.
For in their cloudy musings, they found the purest bliss,
In the art of nonsense rhymes, it’s the laughter that we
miss!
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