In a dojo not so far away,
The karate kids were set to play.
With gi so crisp and headbands tight,
But their focus was a little... light.
They lined up for the grand first round,
But giggles shared trumped the karate sound.
“Is that a punch or just a dance?”
One fighter yelled, lost in a trance.
The sensei watched with furrowed brow,
“What’s this? Not how I taught you how!”
As one guy spun and missed a kick,
His opponent laughed, “Dude, you’re too quick!”
On mats adorned with nacho cheese,
Competitors stretched, but not with ease.
A roundhouse missed, a kick ensued,
And one just sat, enjoying food.
Then came the final, the last big fight,
Two opponents grinned, both feeling light.
They bowed as if in slow-motion,
And moved with all the grace of the ocean.
One threw a punch, but oh so slow,
While the other fell, “Is that a show?”
With laughter echoing through the hall,
They forgot about their martial call.
In the end, the winner was crowned a “bong,”
For he was the one to bring the wrong!
With trophies made of rolling papers,
All left the dojo as giggling capers.
So remember this tale of karate high,
When the belt’s around your waist—just let it fly!
For sometimes in tournaments of life, you see,
A little THC helps set your spirit free!
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