Oh, Cannabis, thy fragrant charm,
A beacon bright, a soothing balm,
In leafy greens and glistening gold,
A treasure chest, with bliss untold.
Thy scent wafts in a chilling breeze,
With giggles born, like buzzing bees,
At gatherings grand or solo trysts,
Who knew a puff could spark such mists?
With eyes like saucers and laughter loud,
In the presence of clouds, we feel so proud,
Strumming our thoughts on a high-flying kite,
Until the snack cupboard calls, "What a bite!"
Oh, munchies sweet, the culinary tease,
Pizza, chips, or leftover cheese,
In the kingdom of crumbs, we reign supreme,
In a haze of delight, living the dream.
And as we bask in the chill of night,
Philosophers born in the glow of light,
From deep thoughts of life to conspiracy lore,
One puff leads to two, and it’s never a bore!
So here's to the herb, with THC in delight,
A dance of the mind and a tickle of sight,
Let’s raise our joints in a merry salute,
For cannabis joy, oh, how resolute!
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