In a dojo where stoners compete,
With their brains feeling light on their feet.
They’d kick, fall, and giggle,
While munching on figgle,
All the judges just bumbled in heat.
One fighter named Dave took a stance,
But forgot that he needed to dance.
He swung wide, hit the air,
And a laugh filled the square—
The crowd cheered for his lack of a chance!
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