In a land where the grass grows greener each day,
The athletes arrived at the Olympic array.
With bongs in their bags and a twinkle in sight,
They stretched for the games, all gon' get lit right!
First up was the sprint, but oh what a show,
The racers all giggled, too high to let go.
They dashed to the start, but one took a snack,
Now he's munching on donuts and out of the track.
Next came the vault, a high-flying event,
Where one chap forgot where his head was all bent.
He soared like a kite but landed on fluff,
Just prancing and dancing, he yelled, “More is enough!”
The weightlifting crew came, quite ready to cheer,
But their bars were all sticky; they couldn’t bring beer.
Instead of the weights, they just lifted their friends,
“Who needs all this muscle? Just love never ends!”
Then golf was a test, but all balls found the grass,
As competitors laughed and rolled on the past.
Not one made a swing, for they just played the game,
With giggles and high-fives, and dueling for name.
At last, the awards: a hotpot instead,
With medals of gummies and brownies widespread.
They toasted with juice, “To our high-flying team!”
In the High Olympics, all dreams are a dream!
So raise up a joint for those games of delight,
Where sportsmanship’s treasured and time takes to flight.
In laughter and bloom, they all carry the flame,
In the High Olympics, it’s all just a game!
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