Under the stars with our snacks piled high,
We gathered round the campfire, watchin' dreams fly.
With THC coursing, like rivers so free,
Our laughter erupted like a well-cooked brie.
“Hey, did you guys see that owl?” I said,
My buddy just stared, lost in bread.
“Bro, I think it’s judging our s’mores supply,”
As we feebly pondered the meaning of “why.”
The marshmallows roasted, then set on the rack,
We toasted 'em gently, then put them all back.
“Are we cooking them right? Should we check the temps?”
“Who cares, my dude, let’s just build some tents!”
With starlight as lanterns, we crafted a dome,
But it turned into chaos, a real comedy show home.
We tripped on the rope, wrapped up like coconuts,
Then we all fell asleep, dreaming of donuts.
With giggles as echoes, the night danced away,
We woke to the sunshine, “Is it yesterday?”
My friend said, “Bro, did I just snore a light song?”
“More like a bear with bad rhythm — oh, come on!”
So here’s to the moments spent high as the trees,
With friends that are wild and a general breeze.
We’ll laugh at the tales of our haphazard spree,
In the haze of the night, where the world isn’t free!
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