In a basement on a Saturday, the scene is quite sublime,
Friends encircled 'round a table, lost in epic rhyme.
With snacks galore and laughter loud, their spirits soaring high,
They fire up the dice and weed, beneath the midnight sky.
“I’m a wizard with a pendant, my magic’s off the charts!”
Chuck proclaimed, then took a puff, and fell into the arts.
“What’s your spell?” asked Gary, drawing maps with utmost flair,
“The one that makes you taller, man, but now I need a chair!”
Then Jen, the rogue, she snickered, “Did you attack the dragon’s mom?
I rolled a twenty with advantage, let me add the extra bomb!”
A cloud of smoke surrounded Jim, who forgot just what to say,
“Um... I summon all the pizza, and they come out to play!”
With laughter rolling through the room, the dungeon master fumed,
“The villain’s name is Mortimer, your spell is too ill-timed!”
But in that moment, Sarah grinned, “I jump and backflip clear!
I did it for the memes, not to mention, I’m the seer!”
The DM sighed, adjusting lights, “You can’t just leap like that!
You’re still a lowly bard who can’t even play the lute, you brat!”
But as the buds circulated ‘round, their minds were all aglow,
They fought the dragon with a song – the world was theirs to flow.
“With melodies of mountain springs, I conjure up a chair!
For Morti never stood a chance, he fell without a care!”
And in that haze of laughter loud, as flowers wafted free,
They conquered dungeons, dragons too; all buzzed on THC.
So roll the dice and spark a joint, let spirits intertwine,
For every quest and dragon fought, is better with some wine –
Or maybe just some chips and guac, your friends at your side,
In a realm of pure absurdity, where no one wants to hide.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
