In a town known for its green delights,
A dance contest brought much delight,
They gathered round, all fluffy-eyed,
With a puff, they’d let their tongues glide!
First up was Dave, with moves so bold,
He wobbled like jelly, but oh, what a show!
He spun in a circle, got dizzy, and fell,
“Whoa, dude, the floor feels just like a shell!”
Next came Sue, with a sway so fine,
But as she grooved, she thought she’d dine,
On imaginary tacos, she stole the scene,
“No guac for me, I’m pure dance machine!”
Then Jerry jumped in, with a funky flair,
His dance looked like he was caught in a snare,
He moonwalked back, then tripped on his shoe,
“Guys, I’m a star! Just let me break through!”
Across the stage, with munchies in hand,
The crowd roared loudly, “This is so grand!”
They cheered for the contenders, all high and spry,
While the judges debated—“Is that a dance or a fry?”
As the winners were named, and the crowd did cheer,
Dave got a trophy, and Sue cried a tear,
Jerry just laughed, “Next time I’ll plan,
Maybe I’ll stick to just being a fan!”
So raise up a joint in the moon’s soft light,
For a dance-off delight that felt just so right,
When THC sparks, every move’s a dance,
In this giggly contest, life’s a funny prance!
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