When the clock strikes four and the day feels just right,
We gather our crew for a leafy delight.
With giggles and snacks, the plan is in motion,
To partake in our favorite herbal devotion.
A lighter in hand, we circle like sheep,
Clearing the throat, our defenses we’ll keep.
The aroma wafts as we pass to the left,
“Who forgot to roll?”—Oh, the moment’s bereft!
With foggy-eyed laughter, we tell our best jokes,
“The toaster is talking!”—and fire up folks.
Cheez-its and cookies, our munchies arise,
Swap stories of cats, and conspiracy skies.
We pause for a moment, a solemn affair,
To honor the plants that brought us to share.
With gratitude flowing, we toast to the air,
“May our stash be abundant, and our worries be rare!”
Then suddenly silence, a friend’s taken flight,
“Where’s that last joint?—Oh wait, it’s in sight!”
With visions of rainbows and dancing green trees,
We embrace all the foolishness, giggles, and peace.
So here’s to the rituals, the laughter, the cheer,
To 4:20 heroes, we hold ever dear.
May your bongs stay unchipped, your highs last all day,
In the chronic camaraderie, let’s forever play!
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