They gathered 'round the campfire bright,
Friends in the woods, feeling oh-so-fine,
With THC dancing, the mood was just right,
They roasted marshmallows, toasting divine,
As laughter erupted, each story aligned,
In this leafy embrace, they’d twirl and entwine.
The first guy shouted, “Dude, look at that star!”
His buddy replied, “Man, that’s not a star,
It’s a drone!” then he fell from his chair,
As the smoke tousled hair like a wild, happy tar,
Onward they giggled, their worries afar,
Alas, who knew “peace” came with such flair!
As shadows grew close, the night turned to stew,
One friend proposed, “Let’s sing a sweet tune!”
But their rhythm was lost, as they bickered askew,
With off-key high notes, like a cartoon,
Yet they all burst out laughing beneath the pale moon,
Their voices united, though harmony flew.
In the silence that follows, one popped up with glee,
“Let’s tell ghost stories, just you wait and see!”
But the tales took a turn; with monsters and trees,
Their fears floated higher, light as can be—
For they were safe under foliage, all three,
Just high on life, like honey on bee.
The sun began yawning, as night faded fast,
With memories made, they toasted at last:
“To friendship, to laughter! To nature’s embrace!”
Though all of their snacks were crumbled and cast,
They promised next time their stoned tales would last,
And off in a haze, their adventure surpassed!
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