In a contest of bakers so bold,
With THC dreams and stories retold,
They whipped up some pie,
Then forgot why and cried,
As the oven burnt treasures of gold.
One made cookies that needed a friend,
But the brownies, they just wouldn’t blend,
With giggles and glee,
They mixed up the key,
And served up a cake that won’t end!
Now the judges all laughed ’till they cried,
At a soufflé that simply had fried,
With sprinkles of cheer,
And a hint of “Oh dear,”
In this bake-off, it’s clear—they all tried!
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