There once was a stoner named Ray,
Whose memory wandered astray.
He forgot where he laid
His keys by the jade,
And mistook his toast for a tray.
With laughter, he’d giggle for hours,
While munching on strange, leafy flowers.
But his fridge had a beast,
That showed up at least,
When the snacks were devoured in trowers.
Oh, the highs were a riot, full fun,
But a lost wallet; he’d surely outrun.
With a grin on his face,
He'd forget the whole place,
And get lost in the meaning of "sun!"
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
