Two stoners met in hazy air, Upon a couch, they shared a throne, With Kong-sized bongs, they dared to pair, As green clouds swirled, they turned to bones, Their laughter burst with every puff, In giggles loud, their hearts were sewn.
She took a hit and blew a ring, He watched in awe, his eyes aglow, “Dear Puff Princess, you’re my king,” With sweetened breath, his heart did grow, “Let’s face the world, come what may, Together we’ll take this high and flow.”
Through twisted days of munchie fests, With pizza crust as their great plate, They planned to build a love that’s blessed, And in their haze, there grew a fate, “Let’s spark a life beyond the leaf,” But first, another round, it’s great!
But woes did come, as life can twist, Their stash ran low, oh, what a plight! Bongs gathered dust, hearts clenched in fists, “My darling, I will make it right!” He dashed to the shop with nagging speed, To score some bud, for love’s delight.
He returned, victorious, proud in stance, With bags of green and dreams anew, But tripped and fell—oh, what a dance! The bud flew wide, “My love, my boo!” “Fear not,” she laughed, “I’ll save a nug, For our love’s spark is truly true.”
So now together, they laugh and sing, In smoky realms where sweet dreams grow, With every toke, their hearts will cling, A love ignited, perhaps a show, Though life may twist and times may change, Their bond remains, a gentle flow.
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