In a haze of green, we sit and rhyme,
Munchies whisper softly, “Snacks, don’t delay!”
Each line we craft feels like a mountain climb,
The deeper we dive, the more we sway,
Words twist and tumble, an abstract ballet,
With THC dreams that lead us astray.
Pens in hand, we ponder life’s grand scheme,
As cosmic giggles dance in our heads,
Our verses stretch long, like a slowly-drawn dream,
Thoughts merge and split like freshly-baked bread,
Ideas shimmer bright, then fizzle like lead,
Yet laughter remains, as logic is shed.
“What rhymes with orange?” you ponder aloud,
While I munch on some chips, lose my current train,
Words turn to clouds, as we swaddle in proud,
Imaginative chaos is born from the grain,
Limericks tumble, bounce back in pain,
But passion ignites, fueled by giggles and strain.
After three bowls and a rift in the time,
We craft an epic ode to our pizza delight,
With Tupperware shelters, our crust so sublime,
As the sky turns pink, we yield to the night,
A kaleidoscope world, glowing vibrant and bright,
Poems spill forth — we just might win the fight!
But let’s not forget the great writing tool,
The red pen of justice, our trusty ally,
To edit our stanzas is no simple rule,
For stoned minds can’t grasp where thoughts go to die,
But still we endure, take another sly try,
With each little misstep, our laughter goes high.
So here’s to the night of poetic delight,
With friends and some green, what could go wrong?
Our words may be silly, our meter a blight,
Yet in these sweet moments, we feel we belong,
For under the stars, as we dance to our song,
Friendship and laughter keep writing strong!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
