For every stoner, there’s a time divine,
Arriving daily at the sacred shrine.
Reaching for the stash with a gleam in their eye,
Toking and giggling, oh me, oh my!
Ode to the herb, in the air it weaves,
Yearning for snacks, what a glorious reprieve!
Testing the munchies with chips and some dip,
Hilarity strikes with each smoky sip.
"Is that a cat or just a shadow?" they croon,
“Trust me, it’s definitely dancing to tune!"
Rituals form around laughter and cheers,
In this haze of bliss, forget all your fears.
Always remember: at 4:20, don’t wait—
Launch your good vibes on this magical date!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
