In a dojo where clouds of smoke drift,
Competitors had quite the rift.
With their moves all so slow,
They'd forget what to show,
And instead pass around the gift!
With the black belts all laughing out loud,
They forgot to feel tough or proud.
High-flying punches fell flat,
As they struggled to chat,
While munching on snacks from a crowd!
But in this hazy, farcical fight,
No one seemed to land quite just right.
They spun in a whirl,
Then fell with a twirl,
Saying, "Dude, was that move outta sight?"
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
