At four-twenty sharp, the clock doth chime,
A ritual begun, oh what a time!
With snacks laid out in a glorious spread,
The quest for the green is oft misled.
From lazy couches, we rise with glee,
With munchies galore, like a vast pantry.
“Where’s my lighter?” one shouts through the haze,
As hours slip by in a foggy daze.
Thou shalt not partake till the circle is round,
A sacred tradition, true joy to be found.
The laughter erupts as we spark with a cheer,
“Did someone forget the chips? Oh dear!”
So raise up your joints and your gummies with pride,
For at 4:20, we let worries slide.
A wacky affair where the good vibes reign,
In this merry madness, we all feel sane!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
