In dojo bright, where high dreams take their flight,
Competitors gather, under banners so tight.
With THC coursing, their moves feel so bold,
But balance and focus? Just tales to be told.
Sensei, perplexed, with a puff and a grin,
Yells, "Focus, my students! Let the games begin!"
Yet one throws a punch, then bursts into laughter,
“Am I seeking a trophy or just my next chapter?”
The judges sit dazed, with munchies galore,
As rivals engage in a dance on the floor.
A roundhouse gets tangled in a grand, silly spree,
And one tries a kick, but just falls on a pea.
They bow to the crowd, then hug it out tight,
For no one's the winner in this whimsical fight.
So, pass them the snacks and let good vibes abound,
In this karate circus where peace is renowned!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
