Two friends once lit a bowl beneath the stars,
With giggles high, they laughed at cosmic bars.
They swore they'd just take one small hit or two,
But soon they found their minds a-wandering, too.
They pondered life, the meaning of a shoe,
And whether plants could gossip like the dew.
Minutes turned to hours, or so it seemed,
As tasty snacks became their utmost dreamed.
A pizza ordered, the clock hands took a ride,
While they, negated time – though not their pride.
Then dawn broke forth, like sudden winter’s chill,
They gasped, “Oh no! We’ve lost the time we kill!”
With crumbs and laughter, they resigned their fate,
Two stoners lost, but oh, they feel just great!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
