In a ring lit with lights and a haze of delight,
The wrestlers gathered, all feeling quite right.
With bags full of goodies, and munchies in tow,
They rolled up their mats and prepared for a show.
The first on the mat was old Johnny “The Blaze,”
With moves so peculiar, it left us amazed.
He sparked up a fat one, took a deep hit
Then forgot that he was the one needing to sit!
Next up was sweet Sally, all giggles and grins,
She thought she could fly if she just wore her fins.
She leaped from the corner, with grace quite divine,
But mistook the referee for a slice of divine.
As they grappled and rolled, in a slow-motion dream,
Referees pondered, “Are they wrestling or cream?”
With suplexes turned to synchronized dances,
Exchanges of snacks instead of advances.
The crowd was in stitches, they couldn’t control,
As wrestlers proclaimed they were “in it for gold,”
While rummaging through bags for their chips and their dips,
All the while tangled like spaghetti in flips.
And when the bell rang, signaling the end,
The losers embraced, like good stoner friends.
With high-fives and laughter, they shared all their loot,
In this wild THC wrestling, everyone was a hoot!
So here's to the wrestlers, in singlets so tight,
Who battled with passion, under clouds of delight.
May their munchies be plenty, their good vibes be strong,
In the arena of laughter, where all stoners belong!
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