There once was a stoner named Dave,
Who thought he'd be cool and quite brave.
But he lost all his snacks,
In the couch’s deep cracks,
Now he’s hungry and feeling quite knave.
He pondered while lost in his haze,
“Was that Tuesday or just more like Maze?”
With munchies so grand,
He forgot his own plan,
Now his fridge sits in sad disarray.
His friends all just call him a bore,
As he stares at the fridge door once more.
But he laughs with delight,
“Life’s a high-flying kite!”
Just don’t ask him what’s next on the score.
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