In a land where the grass grows lush and green,
The Stoned Olympics came to be seen.
Athletes arrived, all giggles and grins,
With munchies packed tight, as the fun begins.
First up was the sprint, the racers were lighter,
But they stopped for a snack, the chips felt much brighter.
With Doritos in hand, a brisk pace they kept,
Except for one runner who just napped and wept.
The shot put was next, but everyone slipped,
As they struggled to lift, and they each leisurely flipped.
One athlete said, “Dude, is the weight a mirage?”
And the crowd all cheered, “Bro, that is huge—give it a barge!”
Then in the pool, they dove with a high fiving cheer,
Only to surface for air, then forget how to steer.
They floated on their backs, counting clouds in the sky,
While judges just chuckled, “Well, at least they can fly!”
The gymnastics were wild, all twirls and all flips,
Yet landing was tough when hands turned to chips.
With one final routine, a split that was grand,
He fell in a pile, “Wait! Where's my snack hand?”
The medal ceremony showcased their pride,
As the winners all giggled, wearing smiles wide.
With gold medals glowing, and the munchies to share,
They toasted with gummies, “To chill vibes and air!”
So here’s to the stoners, with laughter and cheer,
In the Stoned Olympics, all’s merrier here.
The true spirit of sport, in their hearts burning bright,
Is just having a blast, caught up in pure delight!
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