Upon a grassy knoll, the skies were clear,
Two stoners met with laughter in the air.
With sparkly eyes and grins that drew them near,
They shared a bong, entranced by blissful care.
He took the first hit, puffing clouds of green,
She giggled loud, then coughed with zestful glee,
Her hair a wild mess, a magical scene,
“Is love like this?” he asked, “or just THC?”
They passed the piece, a ritual so sweet,
With every toke, their hearts began to bloom.
“Your lips,” he said, “are roach-proof—such a treat!”
She blushed, confessing, “Let’s share more than smoke.”
Now every date’s a session, what a score!
Two hearts entwined, they laugh and roll some more.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
