In a ring made of gummy bears, blissfully sticky,
Competitors gather, their wits rather tricky.
With a puff and a pass, and a giggle or two,
Let’s see how they grapple, these high-flying dudes!
With munchies in one hand, and a dab rig in tow,
They stumble to center, their moves kinda slow.
“Is that a suplex?” someone shouts, half-concerned,
But the only thing flipping is a dude with a fern.
Oh, the smell of the flower fills every sweet nook,
As they bounce on the ropes, like a cartoonish fluke.
“Wait, what’s my strategy?” one wrestler inquires,
His opponent just laughs, “Dude, let’s just pass fires!”
The referee giggles as they roll on the mat,
One guy reaches out for a doobie, how’s that?
“Time-out!” he bellows, “I need nachos and cheese!”
But a body slam later, they all fall with ease.
In a frenzy of laughter, they wobble and sway,
Each pin is a struggle, like yoga gone stray.
An armbar, a chokehold, all done with a grin,
“Let’s hug it out, bro!” is the mantra they spin.
The crowd hoots and hollers, their snacks in their hands,
“Who knew THC could create such demands?”
So here’s to the wrestlers, both hazy and spry,
In a world full of giggles, the champions fly high!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
