Participants giggle, their eyes all aglow,
Ready for pastry—what’ll they sow?
In the air, the scent of delicious delights,
Challengers munching, forgetting their bites.
Each scoops a slice, with frosting galore,
Everyone’s cheering—wait, what’s in store?
They wipe their tongues clean, but the pie’s too divine,
Leave it to stoners to take it as fine!
Pulling at crusts like they’re bending time,
Soaring on sugar, they’re lost in sweet rhyme.
As the clock ticks down, they cradle their jars,
And the victor is crowned with confetti and stars!
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