In stoned positions, they ponder their fate,
With pawns looking like gummy bears, so sweet,
Each move delayed—oh, it’s getting late!
The knights are prancing, they momentarily wait,
While rooks start grooving to an unheard beat,
In stoned positions, they ponder their fate.
The bishop whispers, “Dude, just delegate!”
The queen is schmoozing, so hard to compete,
Each move delayed—oh, it’s getting late!
Players giggle, contemplating checkmate,
But find that snacks are their main form of heat,
In stoned positions, they ponder their fate.
Time ticks away, they can’t quite concentrate,
As thoughts meander, no one can be discreet,
Each move delayed—oh, it’s getting late!
Finally, a draw! The stakes couldn’t be great,
They munch on chips, celebrating their feat,
In stoned positions, they ponder their fate,
Each move delayed—oh, it’s getting late!
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