In a hazy room where the laughter floats free,
Two souls collided, as high as could be.
With a bong in their hands, and a sparkle in sight,
Love brewed like the perfect ganja delight.
She passed him the bowl with a glimmering smile,
He coughed and he sputtered, “I need a while!”
But she laughed through the smoke, like a whimsical muse,
“A little more herb will cure all your blues!”
They shared all their dreams like they shared every puff,
With his thoughts spinning wildly, he asked, “Is this enough?”
She giggled and teased, “Oh sweet, it’s a start,
But wait till you see what I’ve got in my heart!”
Through the clouds of their banter, they found a romance,
Each hit bringing giggles, each glance was a dance.
He whispered, “I like you,” in a moment so bold—
She replied between laughs, “I feel it, behold!”
So they sparked a connection, ignited with zest,
In the realm of the stoned, they both felt so blessed.
Now they share their adventures, both quirky and grand,
Two lovebirds united, both stoned and quite canned.
Now every 4:20 they celebrate love,
With a bong as their symbol, it fits like a glove.
For in every green toke, they know what’s true,
That love is a high, and they both will pursue!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
