In the grand arena, where champions arise,
Athletes prepared with bloodshot eyes.
They gathered together, both fit and quite funny,
With dabs on the table, oh how they looked sunny!
First up the sprinters, all ready to race,
But wait! One forgot his shoes—what a disgrace!
He blinked at the track like it’s made of green grass,
Then jogged to the start line, moving slow as molasses.
The long jumpers leapt, but oh what a sight,
They soared through the air, then just took a flight.
Floating on clouds, with a chorus of cheers,
They landed in laughter, and maybe some beers.
The archers lined up, their focus was grand,
With arrows that veered like they’re lost on a strand.
“Dude, is that a target or just a big pie?”
They giggled and shot, wishing to reach the sky.
In the pool they all floundered, what a wild splash,
A synchronized swim turned into a hash mash.
They twirled with the dolphins, the seaweed, the foam,
And after the event, they just napped in their dome.
The closing ceremony, a sight quite absurd,
Competitors dancing, not caring a word.
With medals of gummies, they cheered and they swayed,
At the Stonedlympics, where dreams were delayed.
So here’s to the games, where the high spirits soared,
Each puff and each laugh, their true gold reward.
For winning's not everything, it’s all about fun,
At the Stonedlympics, everybody’s number one!
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