In a hazy room where the laughter would swell,
Two stoners united, under smoke's gentle spell.
A bong in her hand, like a chalice of dreams,
He winked at her, daring her to join schemes.
With each shared toke, their hearts took a flight,
As the couch swallowed them, what a peculiar sight!
He grinned and he coughed, then she giggled with glee,
“Is it love that I feel, or just THC?”
They passed it in rhythm, like lovebirds in tune,
Whispers of buds, with a hint of the moon.
He declared, “You’re the Mary to my Jay,”
As they both broke the munchies, and devoured their tray.
From that day on, they’d puff and they’d play,
Two lovers in bliss, high on love’s sweet ballet.
So here’s to the couple who met in a haze,
Proof love can ignite in the funniest ways!
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