Tumbling through the air, they take flight with grace,
Hilarious stumbles, it’s a giggle-filled race.
Cannabis munchies are fueling their zest,
Every dive into the pool is a ripple of jest.
Cheerleaders swaying in a haze of delight,
Oh, but wait! Did that javelin just take off in flight?
Flying high on the
bongs and the bowls,
Their dreams of glory lost in snack-filled goals.
Races run slow, feet shuffling like sloths,
Onlookers chuckle, "Is it a race or a froth?"
Some are just laying, their medals on hold,
Forgetting the finish line, lost in the gold.
At the end of the day, all they want is a pie,
Gold, silver, or bronze? "Just pass the dank high!"
So as the torch flickers, let the laughter replay,
In these THC Games, it's always a high-flying day!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
