In a land where the grass is greener,
And the munchies are a-storm,
The Budlympics unfold, with a giggly team,
High athletes performing in perfect form.
From the 100-meter daze, they take their mark,
“Wait, which way do we go?” they ponder with spark,
With a puff and a chuckle, they take to the track,
Though the finish line’s there, it’s the snacks they’ll unpack!
Next, the wrestling match brings laughter and sighs,
As competitors grapple, but oh, what a surprise!
With their grips so slippery and giggles so loud,
They tumble like toddlers, all part of the crowd.
Now the long jump’s a sight, with leaps full of cheer,
They launch off the ramp, but they float, oh dear!
Two feet off the ground, then a plummet so slow,
Where'd my shoes go? Oh wait, look at that rainbow!
The relay comes next, with a baton made of brownies,
But they munch through the lap, like hungry little bunnies,
They pass it around, in a pie-eyed exchange,
“Did I run? Or just chill? It all feels kinda strange.”
The closing ceremony brings cheers and some snacks,
With awards made of gummies, they parley in quacks,
As the medals shine bright, in the warm twilight glow,
The Budlympics vibe, it’s the chillest of shows!
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