In a haze of bud and laughter’s embrace,
Eight contenders gather, a cloud of pure grace.
With munchies on hand and the giggles so rife,
They’re all set to dance, full of joy and life.
The first up to sway, his name is Bakezilla,
With a twirl and a spin, he’s a real crowd-killer.
He trips on his feet, then rolls like a ball,
Says, “I’m just practicing my ‘falling’ routine, y’all!”
Then there’s Mary Jane, with her glittery glance,
She breaks out the moves, a celestial dance.
But between every step, she pauses to stare,
At a butterfly passing, floating light as air.
Next comes Bluntly Bob, dressed in tie-dye and peace,
His flip-flops are flying, his rhythm’s a beast!
He’s got moves like a jellyfish, buoyant yet free,
But he steps on his sandals—oh, the tragedy!
Then the DJ drops beats with a magical sound,
As clouds of good vibes envelop the ground.
The judges all giggle, but the scorecards they rave—
"That’s a 10 for attempt, but a 2 for the flave!"
With laughter and cheer, the audience roars,
As competitors tumble and roll on the floors.
“Let’s freestyle!” they shout, with a puff and a cheer,
Choreographed chaos, the dance of the year!
The contest concludes, but no one quite knows,
Who danced like a winner, who puffed up the shows.
Yet in joy and good fun, they’ll all find their way,
To the afterparty, where they’ll dance anyway!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
