A Tale of Too Much

In a small, cosy town not too far from here, lived a man named Dave, who had little to fear.
He was fond of adventure, both near and abroad, but one evening, he met his match—an edible trod.
With a twinkle in his eye and a grin quite wide, Dave opened a box with treasures inside.
"Gummies and brownies, a treat from the gods; I'll have just a nibble," he promised with nods.
But as the night wore on, Dave lost track; nibble turned to munch, then a full-on snack.
He devoured them all in a gluttonous spree, unaware of the journey he soon would see.
An hour ticked by, then two, then three, Dave started to float, like a leaf from a tree.
His mind was a maze, his thoughts bizarre, as he conversed with the couch, and befriended a jar.
His hands became clouds, his feet turned to bricks, The walls began whispering secrets and tricks.
The ceiling danced, the floor did too, Dave wondered aloud, "Is this Deja vu?"
He stumbled and mumbled, "I'm fine, just fine," as he wrestled a chair and toed the line.
His cat became a dragon, his dog a mere sprite, and his fridge beckoned a heavenly light.
Morning dawned, with a head full of fuzz, Dave lay on the floor, in a puzzling buzz. He vowed then and there, with a heart sincere, to treat edibles with the utmost fear.
So here's a lesson for those daring to chew: Less is more, and this story is quite true.
Dave's tale is a warning, so laugh and beware; edibles can take you quite unaware!