In a dungeon where potheads convene,
They roll dice with a giggle and gleam.
With a dragon to slay,
They forgot the way,
And now they’re just lost in their dreams.
“A potion!” one stoner declared,
As he brewed up a blend that was shared.
But he conjured a cloud,
And the party laughed loud,
When the wizard just vanished—oh, scared!
With snacks piled high on the table,
They plotted their quest, if they’re able.
But the rogue took a hit,
And forgot to commit,
Now they’re stuck playing “Hangman” on label!
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