In lecture halls, where thoughts should shine so bright,
A professor strolls in, eyes glazed with glee,
With knowledge packed and joints that burned all night,
He greets the class with rapture, “Hey, let’s see!”
He starts with Socrates and ends with weed,
As students giggle, some try not to sway,
“A mind expanded can fulfill the need,
Now who’s got snacks? Let's munch while we *discuss* play.”
He scribbles Einstein on the board with flair,
Then drops a marker, smiles at gravity,
“Is numbers just a string of dreams laid bare?
Or paper’s just a means of symmetry?”
When bell rings loud, he leaves a trail of haze,
“Remember kids, live high, but don’t lose grades!”
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
