In a dojo where green smoke did swirl,
Competitors danced and did twirl,
With a high-flying kick,
They just couldn't pick,
Which belt was for karate or pearl!
One fighter forgot all his moves,
As he watched his own shadow *groove*,
With a puff and a cheer,
He announced, "Let's make beer!"
And applied to the ref for some grooves!
As they sparred, they exchanged silly quips,
With each punch came a fit of the skips,
“Is that a roundhouse or dream?”
“Dude, pass the ice cream!”
And they giggled with stoned little trips.
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