In a town where munchies roam and play,
The pie-eating contest was set for today.
Six stoners gathered, giggling with glee,
Their eyes red as cherries, as bright as can be.
With whipped cream crowns and bold banana dreams,
They dove into pies, like moisture in streams.
Once seated in rows, they began the feast,
First slice was cherry, then blueberry beast.
“Dude, these pies are like clouds, so fluffy and sweet!”
One grinned, “Are we eating or flying? I feel my seat!”
They chomped and they chewed, with glee like a kid,
While the judges just stared, doubtful as they bid.
“Can you taste the crust? It’s an artifact!”
“Yeah man, and this cream—it’s like pure life hack!”
Somebody shouted, “I’m still on slice four!”
But a pie in the face left one on the floor.
Giggling fits echoed, more pie parts took flight,
And soon the whole crowd was lost in delight.
The timer tick-tocked, with a comical flair,
One contestant swayed, “Where’s the bathroom? Oh, where?”
As others kept munching, content and unbothered,
His fear turned to laughter, as laughter then gathered.
In the chaos of crumbs, they feasted with zest,
Pie plates turned trophies, a post-THC quest!
When the time was up, the scoreboard was shared,
But no one recalled who actually dared.
Winners and losers were lost in their thoughts,
‘Cause pies had taken them to realms they forgot.
Yet high-fives and hugs flew, a glorious scene,
In the land of the baked, where the pie reigns supreme.
And so in this contest, with laughter and cheer,
Pie was the victor, and laughter, the seer.
With a promise of pie and more fun yet to come,
The stoners kept munching, “Dude, pie's so yum!”
So if you seek joy, and your spirits need a lift,
Join the pie-eating contest—it’s the ultimate gift!
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