In a ring where the smoke swirls thick and bright,
Wrestlers gather, basking in a THC flight.
With munchies in hand and giggles galore,
Who knew grappling could be such a chore?
Referee stumbles, can't find the bell,
"Is that a match or just a great pizza smell?"
Competitors wobble, they're feeling quite loose,
One slips on a gummy, oh what an excuse!
Bob's trying to pin Steve, but he’s lost in a thought,
“I think we were friends, what have I fought?”
While Sally is laughing, forgets the round's end,
“Wait, didn’t we hug? Let’s just be friends!”
As they roll on the mat, caught up in the haze,
They wrestle with feelings more than with stays,
“Dude, let’s just chill, this is kinda nice,”
“Yeah, Who needs to win? Let’s just roll the dice!”
Disqualified rivals munch popcorn in glee,
While the crowd just shouts, “This is the best spree!”
So here’s to the wrestlers, all high and bemused,
In a tournament where logic was completely confused!
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