Two pals ignited, with laughter they bloom,
A puff of the green and they leap to the sky,
“Let’s chill for a minute!” the clock laughs with gloom,
As minutes turn hours, oh my, oh my!
With munchies a-callin’, they both snack with glee,
Lost in the cosmos, they forget time can fly.
Cereal and milk? “It tastes like I’m high!”
With giggles like bubbles, they float in the room,
“Hey, what time is it? Is that clock gonna die?”
Each tick sounds like music, the best kind of tune,
As they ride on the wave of their favorite spree,
The sky’s the limit—oh, how great to be high!
A text to a friend? “Oh wait, oh my god,
What year is it now? Are we all out of time?”
The session’s delightful, they both are agog,
“Let’s smell a new strain, I’ll help with the rhyme!”
With bated breath, each inhale feels like a plea,
But no one remembers that old clock’s right chime.
Hours glide as they ponder the mysteries of dreams,
“Did we ever press pause? This film’s now a blur!”
In cosmic adventures, the starlight redeems,
“Is that your hand? No, it’s just a soft fur!”
They laugh ‘til they cry at the sights they foresee,
Two time travelers lost in a scrumptious whirr.
As snacks pile up higher, their couch becomes throne,
“We made a new world where no clocks can confine!”
Time swirls into laughter, no need for a phone,
In the garden of giggles, all worries decline.
As night turns to light, like a rich tapestry,
“Let’s time-travel further, who cares when we dine?”
So if you should ponder, as hours parade,
A toke with a friend might just make time accrue!
In the haze, there’s no passage, just a grand charade,
With laughter and snacks, as your worries undo.
So take heed dear stoners, together be free,
For lost in the moment, is the joy that’s so true!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
