Amidst the mats where warriors brave will stand,
In hazy dreams, with snacks close at their side,
The karate kids all stretch with slow command,
“Is it time to fight, or snack?” they softly sighed.
They wobble round like puppets on a string,
Not sure if they should kick or pass a joint,
With every move, their hearts begin to sing,
One champion snacks, “I’ve got the munchies, point!”
With giggles loud, they throw a gentle punch,
A high roundhouse? More like a swaying dance,
The judges ponder if to laugh or munch,
While competitors plot their next big chance.
So here’s a toast to those who fight with glee,
In tournaments where THC sets them free!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
