In a sunny park where the munchies roam free,
Gathered a crew, all in blissful THC.
Pies lined the tables, a flaky delight,
But the challengers gazed with unfocused sight.
“Dude, is that blueberry? Is it time to start?”
One fellow exclaimed, as he drooled from the heart.
But the whistle blew loud, and they dove in with glee,
Each face now a canvas of pastry debris.
Crusts flew like projectiles, whipped cream in their hair,
They laughed and they snorted without any care.
One fella declared, “I’m a pie wizard, bro!”
But the filling was gone, oh where did it go?
In the end, they all rolled in the crumbs of their fate,
With pie on their faces, they still couldn’t wait.
Amidst giggles and grins, they forgot who had won,
For the real prize was laughter—the sweetest of fun!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
