Twirling like twigs in a stony breeze,
Hopping and bopping with giggles and ease.
Cannabis crew, in a trance they sway,
Everyone wonders: who’ll win today?
Stumbling and mumbling, they miss the beat,
Catching the rhythm from someone’s seat.
Oh, what a sight—each move’s a delight,
Revolutionary grooves in the hazy moonlight!
“Look at me, Mom!” says the one with the hat,
Thumping the floor, but can’t find his mat.
Judges are chuckling, try to keep straight,
As the stoned dancers debate their own fate.
Buds in their minds and two left feet,
Victory’s hidden somewhere between munchies and heat.
Laughter erupts as they spin and they flop,
At this THC party, the fun never stops!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
