In a sunlit kitchen where giggles abound,
Bakers with munchies gather round.
Rolling in dough, with flour and glee,
They whisper sweet secrets of THC.
“I’m making a cake!” one contestant declared,
With frosting that shimmered, all whimsically shared.
But measuring cups? He’d lost all his scoops,
Mistaking a dozen for marshmallow loops.
A competitor chuckled as brownies went wild,
Mixing up batches, like a sugar-drunk child.
“Less flour, more power!” she emphatically swore,
While giggling at sprinkles that danced on the floor.
Meanwhile, in the corner, a tart took its toll,
As a contestant fell victim to drowsy control.
“Is this the oven, or some cosmic trance?”
He’d put down the rolling pin and started to dance.
“Time’s up!” cried the judge, with a plate full of doubt,
As bakers presented their goodies about.
The judge took one bite, and bewildered, he sighed,
“This one’s extra crunchy—did you bake it outside?”
In the end, they all laughed, and the cake wasn’t bad,
Though it looked more like pudding—delightfully sad.
So if you plan baking, keep this in your head:
Always bake with some friends, and just maybe some bread.
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
