In a dojo where dreams drift away,
Competitors sparred in a haze,
Their punches were slow,
And their kicks? Just for show,
As they giggled and chattered all day.
One roundhouse kick led to a fall,
And they rolled 'round like balls in a sprawl,
With a laugh and a cheer,
They forgot their career,
Now they’re bouncers at the local mall!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
