Oh wondrous herb, thou dost bring delight,
Yet in thy presence, I often take flight.
My mind, a balloon, floats high above trees,
But finding my phone? A treasure with ease!
In the haze of your magic, my focus does fray,
I start on a quest, but quickly lose way.
"Where’s my snack, oh dear? Where’d I put it?" I grieve,
I know I just had it—my memory’s a sieve!
With every inhale, there’s laughter and glee,
But munchies attack like a ravenous bee!
A pizza, some chips, and a pint of ice cream,
In my stoner buffet, life’s but a sweet dream!
Yet come the next morning, I rise from my night,
A soul drenched in sleep, no peace in the light.
Rubbing my eyes, I ask, “What did I say?”
My friends laugh and snicker, “Oh man, you were cray!”
And oh, the confusion when I try to explain,
The things that I thought were like wise, deep refrain.
"I swear it was genius!" I shout with a grin,
But they just shake heads, stuck twixt laughter and chin!
So here’s to the stoners, we brave-hearted crew,
Who ride on the clouds, but can’t find our shoe.
With giggles and ponderings as high as the stars,
We cherish the high, even when it’s bizarre!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
