Hazy visions in the dojo, where warriors sway,
Aiming to kick, but they might drift away.
Rounding up punches with laughter and snacks,
Rumble of giggles as they dodge and relax.
All these black belts, wrapped in a haze,
Touching the mat like it’s a soft, cozy maze.
Every round's a dance, with moves gone astray,
Meditation’s a challenge when you’re feeling thisway.
Grab your gi and your munchies, let’s do this, my friends!
Over there is Johnny, inventing new trends.
And there’s Susan, doing the cha-cha while she kicks—
Because who needs to fight when you can get your kicks?
Victory's a breeze when you’re high as a kite,
Every opponent’s a buddy once you hug ‘em tight.
Under the banner of peace and good cheer,
Roundhouse of love, now let's light it up here!
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