There once was a fella named Jim,
Who found joy in a sweet cannabis whim.
With a puff and a grin,
His worries grew thin,
As he danced like a fish on a limb.
His friends laughed and offered a bit,
While they all shared a giggly fit.
In the haze they would play,
As the bong led the way,
Crafting tales that were equally split.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
