At last the clock strikes, the moment we've sought,
With snacks piled high and a lighter in thought.
In the realm of the stoners, a legend does bloom,
The sorcery whispers, "It’s time to consume!"
Like wizards we gather, with herbs fresh and green,
In circle formation, our laughs are quite keen.
A ritual honed through the ages, for sure,
With choices galore—oh, what should we score?
The chips and the dip, a feast fit for kings,
But wait! What’s this?—a bag full of flings!
“Is that a sweet brownie or cookie divine?”
“No, my friend, it’s a magical puff and unwind!”
As the clock rolls ahead, we puff in delight,
Imagining dragons and clouds in our flight.
With munchies encroaching, our laughter takes wing,
In this highspirited dance, we embrace every fling.
So here’s to the hour, to laughter and cheer,
In fellowship stoned, we’ve nothing to fear.
For when 4:20 strikes, let the good times roll on,
With friends, fun, and laughter, our spirits are drawn!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
