Each day at the stroke of four twenty,
Stoners gather, their hearts feeling merry.
With a bong and a grin,
They begin the sweet spin,
As they float like a cloud, oh so zany!
In the circle, they pass all around,
With a giggle that echoes the ground.
“Did you see that spaceship?”
“Or the cat doing flips?”
Is this high, or just lost in profound?
As they share tales of munchies and dreams,
They concoct the most wild of schemes.
With a pizza as bait,
And some brownies that wait,
It’s a party that bursts at the seams!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
