In a dojo lit with neon lights,
Competitors faced off in cannabis sights.
With a puff and a pass, the air got thick,
These karate champs were ready to kick!
They bowed with grace, or at least they tried,
One tripped on his belt and fell to the side.
“Is this a match or a chill sesh?” he thought,
As the crowd roared with laughter, his moves went to pot.
The referee shouted, “Begin the fight!”
But one guy just giggled, “Dude, isn’t this tight?”
He threw a swift punch, then forgot what he’d planned,
And instead offered high-fives, like an overwhelmed band.
Roundhouse kicks turned into big, silly spins,
With each playful leap, laughter erupted in grins.
One competitor paused, then spread out on the floor,
“I’m not losing; I’m just taking a nap, for sure!”
Then there’s the champion, stoned and so brave,
He kicked the air like a true, reckless wave.
But his foot met a mat with a softish plop,
And instead of a strike, he managed to flop.
In the haze of camaraderie and giggling cheers,
They forgot all the scores, all their bravest fears.
For the real prize was laughter and high-flying fun,
At this THC tournament, no one had won!
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