Oh, sweet green plant of merry delight,
In your hazy embrace, I transcend day to night.
With a puff and a pass, my worries take flight,
Who knew that a bud could make life feel so right?
From the couch I emerge, like a sloth on a quest,
The snack cupboard calls, I know I must jest.
Chips in one hand, pizza slice in the other,
A culinary feat, I proclaim, “I’m your mother!”
With giggles erupting like popcorn in a pan,
I ponder existence: “Why’s a hotdog a ‘man’?”
Deep thoughts abound—well, as deep as a dish,
The world’s finest mysteries, like, “What’s up with fish?”
Creativity flows like a river untamed,
When I scribble and doodle, the world feels unframed.
My art may resemble a toddler’s big mess,
But in stoner’s defense, it’s abstract, I guess!
The wisdom of sages whispers soft in my ear,
As I ponder the cosmos, and how we got here.
With the gravity of issues that one should embrace,
I laugh at the world—let’s just float in space!
So here’s to the stoners, the laid-back, the free,
Who find joy in a laugh, in a joint, and a spree.
May our highs be forever, our giggles resound,
For in the joyous haze, life’s true treasures are found!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
