In a land where the green grass sways,
The athletes prepare for their hazy days.
With pies in the sky and munchies galore,
They gather together for a stoned uproar.
The sprinting event? A sight to behold,
Contenders all giggling, if truth must be told.
They dash to the finish, or so it seems,
But first, they must pause for some Gummy Bear dreams!
Next up, the long jump, where potheads take flight,
With a puff and a pass, they aim for great height.
Yet more often than not, they land on a snack,
A pile of nachos—now that’s a true hack!
The swimming events involve waves of delight,
In slow motion circles, they float left and right.
But half of them giggle, then start to unwind,
With strokes that are leisurely—who said they must grind?
Then comes the archery, oh what a sight,
With bows bending back to the stars shining bright.
But arrows are lost in clouds of delight,
They hit the wrong target, a pizza slice bite!
Lastly, the closing, the toking parade,
Where medals made of CBD are lovingly laid.
With hearts full of laughter and eyes barely wide,
The stoned Olympians cheer, “Let’s enjoy the ride!”
So remember this tale of athletic finesse,
Where highs beat the lows in a smoke-filled success.
At the Tokin' Olympics, the motto stands true—
“Just breathe deep and laugh—it's the best thing to do!”
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
