In a ring where the ganja winds gently blow,
The wrestlers all take their time, moving slow.
With munchies in hand and their eyes all aglow,
They stumble to grapple, some fall on their toe.
One combatant's plan is a daring surprise,
He offers a hug, but it’s just for the fries!
With laughter erupting ‘neath smoke-filled blue skies,
Victory’s sweet taste fuels his crazy, sly lies.
Ooze like a sloth, then leap like a deer,
They roll and they tumble, suspended in cheer.
The referee giggles, for he can't see clear,
While the crowd, high on joy, lets out a loud cheer.
As the final count down, all senses go wild,
One wrestler’s still searching for snacks—oh, the child!
Thus ends the grand tourney, both goofy and mild,
In this haze of hilarity, fun’s always styled!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
