In dojo bright, where warriors take their stance,
Each competitor’s in a hazy trance.
They bow with grace, though giggles interfere,
As they attempt to clash, but can't see clear.
A roundhouse kick? Oh wait, it turned to dance!
One lands a punch—a poorly timed romance.
The sensei shakes his head, his patience thin,
One student’s lost in thoughts of kung fu din.
The judges nod, but the scorecards stay blank,
While one competitor’s stuck in a crank,
He yawns and stretches, a zen-like embrace,
As his opponent trips, then falls with a grace.
So cheers erupt for those who flail and fall,
In this high-flying brawl, we’re laughing for all.
With every chop, a giggle comes alive,
In this karate bout, it’s humor that thrives!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
