In a town where the grass grows green and high,
A contest was planned, oh my oh my!
The prize? A sweet pie, so scrumptious and round,
But the competitors’ brains were thoroughly browned.
With munchies a-calling, and giggles in tow,
Five stoners arrived, all moved nice and slow.
With visions of cherries and blueberries too,
They plopped down in line, with drooling in view.
The buzzer went off, and they dove right in,
With forks at the ready, the battle began.
“I think I can taste… rainbow and bliss!”
Said Gary, while munching on crust with a kiss.
“Dude, is this pie… defying all laws?”
Cried Benny, who paused, with a pie in his claws.
“I swear it’s a portal to dessert-paradise!”
He dove deeper in, a madman with spice!
Meanwhile, sweet Linda, her face full of cream,
Was lost in the pie, like a fantastic dream.
“My grandma made this, I know every slice,”
She bellowed, though clearly, her thoughts were not nice.
Then came young Jimmy, with crumbs on his chin,
He muttered, “What’s baked in this pie, man, wins!”
His friends all agreed, with their heads full of fluff,
“Dude, it’s got magic, can’t get enough!”
As they gobbled and munched, the clock ticked away,
But somehow it seemed like it’d just gone astray.
The crowd cheered them on, through laughter and cheers,
While pie-crusted visions danced round in their beers.
Then suddenly paused, like deer in the headlights,
All five contestants had grown their own heights.
With bellies so full, and a pie-laden grin,
“Is there a chance… of a second pie win?”
By the end of the hour, they’d devoured each pie,
With whipped cream and giggles flying up to the sky.
And as they all stumbled, confused by delight,
They declared it the best pie-eating night!
So if you’re ever pondering, for fun and more cheer,
Just grab a good pie, and some friends who are near.
Add laughter and THC, let the madness unfold,
In the great high pie-off, where legends are told!
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