Totally baked, they take their mark,
Hazy thoughts, on track to spark.
Cannabis strains their secret sauce,
Racing slow, they gain no loss.
One foot in front, the other slow,
Nibbles on chips steal the show.
Jumping through hoops, they often miss,
Bouncing off clouds, pure stoner bliss.
Equipped with snacks and dreamy eyes,
Twisted laughter fills the skies.
In the tug-of-war, they laugh and play,
Victory is munchies—hey, all day!
Swimmers float like seaweed swirls,
Gold medals made of gummy pearls.
As they pass the torch, what will it say?
“Pass the joint; let’s chill and stay!”
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