In a ring where the THC flowed,
Brawlers giggled and swayed as they strode.
With each stumble and trip,
They'd both hug and then slip,
Claiming victory's just "a light load!"
As they grappled with laughter and snacks,
Their opponents forgot all the attacks.
One said, "Dude, look at me!"
While climbing a tree,
And the crowd roared with cosmic relax!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
