In a cozy little den, not a care in sight,
Two friends named Jill and Bob sparked up one night.
With a flick of their lighter and a puff of delight,
They settled in for a session, oh, what a height!
They giggled and chattered, tales full of cheer,
About trips to the moon, and their crush on a deer.
But with every sweet drag, their worries disappeared,
Time slipped through their fingers, it was crystal clear!
“Hey, what time is it?” Bob asked with a grin,
Jill replied, “Is it late? Or can we begin again?”
They laughed as the minutes transformed into hours,
Lost in the haze of their herbal powers.
From eight into midnight, they munched on some snacks,
With chips, salsa, and cookies piled high in the cracks.
“So what’s your favorite pizza?” Bob triumphantly invoked,
Feeling wise like a sage, yet his brain only joked.
Then Jill let out a laugh, “Wait, what was the question?”
Bob scratched his bright head, a sign of digestion.
“Who needs the clock when we’re stoned like this?”
But outside the world hurried, they were blissfully amiss.
Hours turned into mornings, with sunlight aglow,
They’d lost track of time—oh, what a show!
The mailman arrived, quite baffled and stunned,
“Were you two at the party? Or just having fun?”
With the sun high above, they erupted with glee,
“Time flies when you’re high, can’t you see?”
They promised to mark it next time with a bell,
But they laughed all the more—a stoner's farewell.
So dear friends, take heed from this tale of delight,
If you’re blazing with buddies, ensure it’s all right!
For while laughter and munchies can make spirits soar,
Time is a tricky thief—don’t leave it out the door!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
