In a town where the green dwarfs the trees,
Competitors gathered, feeling quite breezy.
With THC coursing through every vein,
They prepared for a contest that involved much grain.
“Get ready!” cried Chuck, with a grin on his face,
“Let’s gobble up pie in this sugar-filled race!”
With whipped cream atop like a fluffy white hat,
They dove into dessert, oh silly chums, look at that!
Jack was distracted, mid-bite he exclaimed,
“Is that pie talking? Or have I gone quite insane?”
“Shh, Jack,” whispered Liz, smirking like mad,
“Focus on crust, don’t get caught up in rad!”
But the pies had their secrets, secrets so sweet,
One bite and they’d float, rise right off their seat!
They chewed and they gnawed, their senses dissipating,
While the audience howled, giggling and celebrating.
Tom’s pie was a monster, the biggest of all,
He thought he could conquer; he rose tall and proud!
Then he got lost in the layers—where could they be?
“Is this pie 3D, or am I stoned as a tree?”
As the minutes ticked by, they were lost in delight,
Filling their faces with each sugary bite.
A whipped cream explosion, oh chaos ensued,
With laughter resounding, sweet joy was renewed.
When the air finally settled, they paused in their spree,
All staring at pies, covered mostly in glee.
Then came the judge, grinning wide with a glimmer,
“Who won?” he inquired. “I’m feeling a shimmer.”
The answer was clear, through the haze of the room,
“We all are the winners!” they yelled in a Zoom.
So if you thought pies were just simple to chew,
Try them high on THC, and you’ll know it’s true!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
