Two souls entwined beneath a cloud of smoke,
In a dim-lit room, where laughter freely flowed.
Their eyes met o’er a bubbling glassy choke,
As they shared a bong, their hearts began to code.
She took a hit, and her hair did a dance,
With every puff, the world spun round and round.
He coughed and chuckled, captivated by chance,
“Your eyes shine bright! Oh, in this haze, I’m drowned!”
They passed the piece as if it were divine,
With giggles bursting forth like ripened fruit.
“Your lips are sweet,” he said, his words a vine,
“Like sticky icky,”—oh, how romance does suit!
So love was sparked in that hazy cocoon,
Two stoner hearts beat in perfect tune.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
