In a haze of green, two friends did meet,
With snacks ablaze, their munchies so sweet.
They rolled a joint, the world turned to bliss,
But seconds turned hours—oh, what did they miss?
They laughed and they giggled, a fog in their mind,
While outside the sun set, they were far from aligned.
“What time is it now?” asked the curious one,
“My watch has melted, like cheese on a bun!”
With eyes like the moon, they gazed at the clock,
“Did we just eat chips, or was it a rock?”
Both searched for the answer, with snacks in their grips,
“Wait, didn’t we promise to leave with our wits?”
They giggled and pondered, in circles they spun,
“Maybe it’s Tuesday, or perhaps we have fun?”
With twists and with turns, time danced like a sprite,
As they learned that the hours had taken to flight.
“Who needs a calendar—just pass me that pie!”
The minutes, like smoke, faded into the sky.
“Looks like we’ve journeyed through deep cosmic space,”
As crumbs from their feast littered the place.
With casual charm, they began to unwind,
In a world where the clocks were but a state of mind.
“Next time we’ll check, before we indulge,”
But the munchies called louder, and they both hit a roll.
The night slipped away, 'neath the stars far and wide,
Two friends in a giggle, with time as their guide.
With the moon as their witness, they basked in delight,
As the universe whispered, “Do you feel alright?”
With lungs filled with laughter, they forgot all the grime,
What’s time but a concept, when you’re high on a rhyme?
So remember this tale, when the clock's out of view,
With cannabis dancing and munchies for two.
When minutes become hours in a magical haze,
Just embrace the adventure, let time slip away.
For laughter and snacks are what friendships are made,
So pass me the jo-ints, let this moment not fade.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
