In a world where athletes glide through clouds of bliss,
The Stoned Olympics kicks off with a cheer, a hiss.
Competitors with munchies, and giggles galore,
Prepare for a showdown, but first—snack more!
We open with sprinting, but wait, there's a catch,
They lace up their sneakers and turn to the stash,
The starter pistol fires, but no one takes flight,
"Did someone say pizza?"—they’re lost in delight!
The swimming event’s in a giant pool of sighs,
Athletes float like seaweed, with glazed dreamy eyes.
They practice their strokes, but it’s more like a splash,
As they pass the bong rather than break any dash!
Next comes the high jump, where they reach for the sky,
But all they can muster is “Dude, let it fly!”
They're leaping like gazelles, or perhaps just a breeze,
“Look, I'm airborne!” they shout, as they flop near the knees.
The archers are aiming with bows made of bread,
And arrows of nachos, their aim just a thread.
When a target is sighted, they squint and they stare,
“Wait, is this a game? Or just food on a chair?”
Finally, here comes the relay of doom,
They pass the joint gently—like sweet perfume.
But when it's their turn, they forget what to do,
“Who’s got the batons?” each one says, feeling blue.
In the stands, fans are roaring, while floating on highs,
They’re munching on popcorn, with stars in their eyes.
As the medalists stumble, and laughter ensues,
It’s clear that the real gold is shared silly views!
So raise up your bongs, to the champions bold,
In this wacky Olympics where joy can't be sold.
With love, laughter, and snacks in the air,
The Stoned Olympics—a wildly fun fair!
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