In a cloud of smoke, their eyes first met,
A bong between them, both filled with glee,
“Hey there, cutie, I need a hit,”
Said she, tossing her hair, quite carefree.
“I’ll be your flame if you’re my bowl,”
Their laughter swirled like the thick green tree.
The bubbling water, a gurgling song,
As he leaned in, heart racing fast,
“Do you believe in love at first bong?”
With a sly smile, they shared that blast.
“Just keep it light, let’s not be serious,”
On that hazy night, they discovered their past.
They lit it up, oh, what a spark,
With munchies near, their spirits soared,
“Love’s like this weed, hits you in the dark,”
He joked as their hearts were gently floored.
She giggled, and later, they started to share,
The weirdest of tales, the bond they adored.
Days turned to weeks, they toked every night,
The couch became home, their love a straight high,
“Let’s get matching bongs!” he exclaimed with delight,
She swooned at the thought, “You’re a funny guy.”
But when the bowl scratched, they both knew the deal,
“I guess it’s time for a new one to try!”
So off to the shop, where the colors gleamed,
They picked out a piece, like a couple profound,
“No more sharing? I pondered and dreamed,”
He chuckled, “We’ll just pass it around!”
With each tender puff, their love only grew,
In a haze of sweet joy, they were tightly bound.
Years down the road, they still shared a pipe,
With tales that would make even stoners cry,
“Who knew that this bond could be so ripe?”
Said he, as they watched the clouds float by.
With laughter and love, they’ll conquer the night,
Two lovers forever, just getting high.
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