In a haze of green, our minds took flight,
With the munchies calling, we dare not delay.
Our pens grew wild as thoughts took height,
Rhymes twisted in clouds like a poorly-wrapped bouquet.
We giggled and guffawed, lost in the night,
Crafting word salads in a glorious play.
One friend declared, "Let’s write about cats,"
But the words morphed into tales of flying toast.
“Wait, are we stoned? Should we think of some bats?”
“No, I’m convinced,” said another, “It’s the ghost!”
Like true poets, we launched through this literary spats,
Over the edge of the couch – we giggled the most.
Our verses, they swayed like a bamboo tree,
“I just wrote a sonnet about my lost sock,”
Said one, as the other scratched their knee,
Mixed metaphors danced on a slippery rock.
The great ode to snacks woven with glee,
An epic of chips and a soda-crowned guck.
Ideas fought fiercely, like ducks at the park,
Where one swore they wrote Shakespeare in code,
“I’ll call it Enlightenment: Darting in Dark!”
The rest couldn’t breathe under the weight of our load.
Each line a mosaic, a curious lark,
With tangled up thoughts on an unkempt road.
As laughter subsided, and pens came to rest,
We reread our musings – a jumbled delight.
“Who knew that a high could bring out our best?”
“Or at least our worst,” was the echoing light.
Through this cannabis haze, we found our zest,
In the art of absurdity, we took flight.
So here’s to our friendship, and THC waves,
To poor syntax, and snacks that we’ll share.
Where words may falter in their lofty saves,
Yet the joy of the journey is beyond all compare.
We’ll write more tomorrow, in our lyrical graves,
With friends by our side, and no worries or care.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
