In a haze of green, our thoughts take flight,
Poets convene in the soft, dim light.
With munchies in hand and the world upside down,
We're Shakespeare and Keats, but with crumbs on our frown.
"Roses are red, violets are blue,”
Said Dave with a grin, as he stumbled on through.
“Wait, where’s the paper? Did someone eat it?”
Then Mike, with a giggle, said, “Dude, I might’ve beat it!”
We pondered the meaning of life in the moon,
With bowls full of wisdom and forks full of tune.
“Life’s like a taco,” squeaked Sarah with flair,
“It’s all in the layers! So, dig in—don’t spare!”
As the clock ticked on, thoughts became a blur,
In rhymes and in riddles, our sentences slur.
“Let’s write an epic!” shouted Tim with delight,
“About a brave hero who really loves Sprite!”
We scribbled and giggled, our lines went astray,
Making sense of nonsense, or so we did play.
“Cannabis muse!” we cried, raising our pens,
As they danced on the paper like stoned little friends.
So if you’re feeling high and the world’s looking bright,
Grab your pals and your pens, turn that spark into light.
For poetry’s best when you’re buzzing like bees,
A masterpiece born from a grasp of THC’s tease!
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