In a cozy couch, two friends did dwell,
With a stash of greens, they knew all too well.
A puff, a pass, and oh what a thrill,
Time slipped away like a slippery eel.
With giggles that soared like a kite in the breeze,
They munched on some snacks, a cornucopia of cheese.
“Is that the sun? Or a giant soft egg?”
They pondered the universe, then laughed 'til they begged.
“What time is it now?,” one friend did inquire,
As the other exclaimed, “Oh, it must be quite dire!”
But clocks were but wisps, lost in the haze,
While their logic was tangled in a swirl of green maze.
Minutes turned hours, a curious fate,
With gravity shifting, they felt quite sedate.
“Let’s check the time,” said the wise, stoned sage,
Only to find, time had fled off the page!
They laughed and they chortled, “What a curious trick!”
As reality blended, and deep thoughts grew thick.
So here’s to the stoners who dance with delight,
May their clocks stay broken, and their vibes stay bright!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
