Light Up a Super Bowl!

Twas the day of the Super Bowl, with plans set in motion,

After Dad (the genuis) had gotten a crazy, wild notion.

"In honor of teams from weed-friendly states in the big game,

Let's have a Pot Party, no way this'll be lame!

All the blacklights were hung in the mancave just so,

in order to emit a pleasing purplish glow.

Because (in case you're wondering) or actually care,
this kind of party is a bummer 'neath a fluorescent glare.

And Mom - rightly worried - was having her doubts,

but held her tongue rather than endure Dad's shouts.
"C'mom - weed instead of liquor - how easy is that?

No beer, booze or belching, just a one-hitter bat."

Mom acquiesced - mumbling, "Oh hell, what's the point,

of fighting him any longer," so she snuck out a joint.
"Start the party early," she thought to herself,
reaching for her stash on the high closet shelf. 

Now sufficiently mellow, Mom wrote out a list,

of snacks and munchies with a wad of cash in her fist. 

But driving - uh-uh, so she called out "Kids please,
run to the store - here's some money and car keys."

The kids returned shortly, entering a vague smoky haze,

with bags of Doritos and Old Dutch and Big Scoop Frito-Lays.

"Thanks dudes, later on these will sure hit the spot,"

Dad coughed out, already having sampled some pot.

Despite Mom's trepidation, the weed theme was a smash,

although one or two guests asked, "Hey - where's the hash?"

The coming game was forgotten with toke after toke,
everyone laughing outrageously at dumb joke after joke.

And as if things weren't getting crazy enough,

Dad yelled, "Touch football outside - let's see who's tough!
Only one rule - everyone out of their civvies,
it's only 5 above but we'll play in our skivvies!"

So out in the cold went all 12 baked guests,

partially unclothed, even a few baring their breasts.

But none seemed affected by the bitter cold temp,
so they played on and on, thanks to high-quality hemp.

The game was a blowout, the girls crushing the dudes,

which - without the blunt - would have darkened boys' moods.

Instead, guys lingered on in the snow without thinking,
unaware of the ladies' laughter at their obvious shrinking.

But with the munchies coming on and game time now nearing,

everyone went indoors (besides, their heads had begun clearing).

So back to the pipes and bowls as the clock showed 4:20,
each person having more than enough - man, we're talking plenty.

Fans of Denver filed left, Seahawks rooters went right,

These diehards again woozy and high as a kite.

 But onscreen, orange jerseys were a blurring distraction,
for everyone trying to focus on the feature attraction.

One by one they all failed as kickoff drew near,
Dad yawning, "Maybe we should have had us some beer."
Too late - for as the opening kick sailed far and deep,
an even dozen stoners had fallen fast, fast asleep.

ENJOY THE SUPER BOWL EVERYONE!