Carefully considering each move they make,
High on THC, their thoughts start to quake.
Every piece on the board seems to dance,
Some pawns are now knights, in a wild, hazy trance.
Simply forgetting the rules of the game,
Pawn to G5? "That sounds pretty lame!"
Overthinking the captures, looking for flair,
Until someone shouts, "Bro, is it my turn to share?"
Cackles erupt as they talk strategy wrong,
"Rooks can jump, right?"—a curious throng.
Each scholar of chess, now lost in a haze,
Takes the board less serious, in this smoky craze.
Trapped by their laughter, the timer's a joke,
It's not just the pieces—they've turned into smoke!
"Checkmate!" they call, but the king's long since fled,
As pizza rolls in, it’s the best game they’ve played!
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