In a town where the laughter flows like sweet cream,
A bake-off commenced, or so it would seem.
Each chef on the scene, with a twinkle in eye,
Had sampled a slice of that green, leafy pie.
With marshmallows fluffier than clouds in the sky,
They whisked and they stirred, with the means to defy.
"Is that cinnamon?" one wondered, "or just my deep thoughts?"
As spatulas twirled in the clutches of knots.
Bakers giggled as they misplaced all their flour,
Swapping recipes for a giggle, or power.
One guy lit his oven, forgot what went where—
And baked up a pie filled with nothing but air!
The judges appeared, with much munchies to share,
Sampling cookies that smelled of fresh despair.
But by the end, they were rolling on ground,
As the bakers agreed, "No winners are found!"
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