Two friends on a cannabis spree,
Decided to write poetry.
With giggles and snacks,
They penned silly facts,
While claiming their rhymes were so free!
One said, “What is art? Is it mist?
Or just something we really can’t list?”
The other replied,
With eyes open wide,
“I think it’s a warm bowl of bliss!”
They laughed till the moon was aglow,
And danced in a rhythmic flow.
But when morning arrived,
Their poems, though jived,
Were scribbles from minds way too slow!
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