Oh cannabis, thou leaf divine and green,
With twinkling eyes, thou dost my worries gleam.
When toking on thy bud, I feel serene,
But wait! What’s this? The chips are calling me!
My laughter bubbles like a fizzy drink,
And every thought expands, I cannot sink.
Yet as I munch on nachos, food I think,
Is that a crunch, or merely life’s mislink?
I’ll conquer mountains made of crispy snack,
And dive in dips as if I’m on a quest.
With gooey cheese, my heart will never lack,
Though pants may fit a bit less than the best.
So here’s to ganja, tasty treats we share,
For laughter, joy, and chips beyond compare!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
