In a town where the skies were a bit more than blue,
A pie-eating contest was set to ensue.
With THC treats buzzing in every bright head,
Their hunger was strong, but their focus had fled.
First up was Tim, who devoured with flair,
While mumbling sweet nothings, he spilled pie in his hair.
“This crust is so dreamy, I think I might cry!
Wait, is it Monday? No, dude, that’s a lie!”
Then came along Laura, her giggles a gale,
With a fork in one hand, and pie on her tail.
“I just love this blueberry, it’s dancing with glee,
Is that the pie or just me?” she exclaimed with a spree.
The timer was ticking, their focus grew hazy,
“I swear it’s just one more, no need to be crazy!”
But pies kept appearing, like magic from smoke,
While Tim thought his fork was a gold-plated cloak.
The crowd cheered and laughed, like a raucous old choir,
As bits of whipped cream were flung higher and higher.
“Look at that meringue!” cried a guy with a grin,
“It’s floating! No, wait… now it's stuck on your chin!”
In the end who had won? Was there truly a champ?
They all stood as victors, with pie on each stamp.
With bellies all round and a giggle-filled cheer,
They toasted with pies and a toke of good cheer!
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