In a cozy lair, where the couches are deep,
Two pals settled in for a leisurely sweep.
With a puff and a pass of the mystical herb,
They nestled in laughter, connected—a verb!
“Just one little hit,” declared Dave with a grin,
“Then we’ll check the clock, and the day we’ll begin!”
But the universe chuckled, in soft smoky rhymes,
As they sailed through a sea made of glitter and times.
With a twinkle of vision and cheeseballs galore,
They tackled great questions like "What’s life even for?"
And “Where do the socks go?!” led to whimsical plight,
As minutes turned hours in the dim of the night.
Each chime of the clock sent them spiraling deeper,
Far from the workweek, a non-caring sleeper.
“Have we missed dinner? Or is it breakfast?” they cried,
While plotting vegan tacos with broccoli fried!
The sun set, the moon rose, as they'd ponder and scheme,
About whether James Franco was real or a dream.
By the time they decided on slightly burnt fries,
The day had turned into the midnight surprise!
So here’s to the tokers, those time-traveling friends,
Though their hours dissolve, and their real world upends.
Let them laugh and let us, may our laughter be loud,
For in stoner time, we’re all happy and proud!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
