In a cloud of smoke, where thoughts take flight,
Friends gather 'round in the haze of the night.
With giggles that ripple and snacks piled high,
They wield pens and paper, oh my, oh my!
“Let’s write something deep!” shouts the brainy one there,
While munching on chips with a dab of despair.
“Roses are red, and violets are green,
We’re writing this poem like it's a cuisine!”
With metaphors dancing like visions of cats,
Comparing their highs to the finest of hats.
“Oh, taste that sweet THC, an herb so divine,
It makes the deep meaning of life hard to find!”
“Let’s write about love!” the bold poet croons,
As he scribbles down thoughts of balloons and raccoons.
But when coherence slips through the grasp of the mind,
Their verses become a mish-mash, unrefined.
“A pickle! A pickle! It’s love in my heart!”
They nod in agreement, their masterpiece's start.
As laughter erupts, and the clock strikes a late,
The poem they crafted? A hilarious fate!
So here’s to the friends with creativity bold,
In the glow of their highness, let stories unfold.
With laughter and chaos, they’ll always agree,
That poetry’s best when you’re high on THC!
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