As the clock strikes, some take to the skies,
A ritual sacred, where no one just sighs.
With gadgets and munchies, we gather in teams,
In the haze of the moment, we float on our dreams.
The lighter’s a wand, the plant’s like a queen,
At 4:20 we laugh, oh what a scene!
Our stash is prepared, like a magical feast,
A collage of flavors, as friends get released.
A puff here, a giggle, the circle expands,
Cuz who needs a therapist when you’ve got your hands?
The couch is our throne, and we rule like the best,
While snacks dive like heroes, it’s a grand quest!
The pizza rolls dance, like they know what’s up,
While the chips whisper tales in their crunchy little cup.
Our minds travel far, to realms yet explored,
Where cows play guitar and rainbows are stored.
But wait! Is that burning? Oh dear, no alarm!
We’re just a bit crispy, enshrined in our calm.
As the giggles wear off, and we seek out the snacks,
The fridge calls our names, like a siren it attacks.
Avocado toast parties, with cheese that’s divine,
And chips dipped in salsa, oh sweet cheesy wine!
Yet somehow we find, in the pantry we face,
A box of stale cookies, our less-than-great grace.
But alas, it’s all part of the grand old charade,
For we’ve ventured together, our bond has been made.
At the stroke of 4:20, all worries disperse,
We dance to the music—the world is our verse.
With laughter and love, we toast to the high,
In the temple of friendship, let's forever comply.
So mark it down boldly, your calendar's friend,
For 4:20's a ritual that’ll never quite end.
With stoned conversations and dreams that we share,
We’ll cherish this moment, in our hazy affair.
Raise your greens high, let your spirit ignite,
At 4:20 we’re kings, and we’ll rule through the night!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
