In a contest of dance, oh so bright,
Where each mover soared to new height,
They grooved in a haze,
In a dazed, blissful gaze,
Twisting left, then forgetting their right!
With a twirl that was less than on cue,
One guy thought his leg was a shoe,
He spun like a whirly,
Got dizzy and swirly,
Then fell on the judge—what a view!
The crowd laughed and cheered as they spun,
Taking in all the dance-wrecking fun,
In this THC fling,
No clear winner could sing,
But they all thought they danced like a one!
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