In a stadium filled with clouds of delight,
Competitors arrive, all ready to fight.
With munchies in hand and a giggle or two,
They line up for events, all baked and askew.
First up is the sprint, but wait, what a scene!
They're jogging in place, it looks like a dream.
One trips on his laces, another sees grass,
“Is that a finish line or just some fine sass?”
The javelin throwers, they launch with a cheer,
Though the spears all go high, watch them float like a deer.
“Did I win?” asks one, while staring at the sky,
“No dude,” says his buddy, “You just waved goodbye.”
The swimming’s a riot, with goggles askew,
They splash and they float like a fish in a stew.
One guy’s on a raft, “I’m aiming for gold!”
But the lifeguard is snickering, “Keeping it old!”
The weightlifting team looks a bit dazed and slow,
With weights on their chests, they pause for a glow.
“Let’s lift these together, it’ll be quite the feat!”
They laugh as they drop them, “Who ordered this heat?”
In archery’s game, they all seem to zone,
“Is that a target or my buddy’s phone?”
They shoot and they miss, but cheer for the fail,
“I swear it went straight! Man, this weed is on sale!”
As closing ceremonies come into view,
They light up the torch, but what’s this? Who knew?
The flame doesn’t flicker, it glows oh-so-bright,
“Is this the Olympics or just a party tonight?”
So raise up your bongs, and celebrate glee,
In the Totally High Games, it’s chill as can be.
With laughter and joy, we forget all the strife,
For the best kind of medal is living this life!
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