In a kitchen where the curtains sway low,
With giggles and munchies, the bakers all flow.
Flour flies high, like a stoner’s great dream,
As the puffs of sweet ganja form a hazy cream.
One chef’s making brownies, too strong to be true,
“I added some magic, just a pinch – or two!”
The judge snickers loudly, “What’s this taste of shoe?”
While another adds spice, forgetting the brew.
From cinnamon rolls to a weed-infused pie,
They all dance around with that glimmering high.
“Is this cookie a snack, or a portal to space?”
One taster remarks, with a grin on his face.
But the final reveal brings the crowd to a hush,
A cake made with love and a secret lush hush.
“Dude, is that ganja?” a brave taster beams,
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever s’-moked,” he exclaims with dreams.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
