In a haze of green, the stage is set,
Where competitors sway, their minds in a fret.
With gummy bears stuck in their hair like a crown,
They wobble and jive, shirts inside-out, down.
One dancer, a chap named “Chronic McFly,”
Spins like a leaf in the breeze passing by.
He flails and he flops, a whirl of delight,
While judges are stifling giggles combined with their fright.
Then comes Miss Toker, with moves so sublime,
She moonwalks to the fridge—twelve snacks in one climb!
As chips fly and salsa becomes quite a splash,
The crowd roars with laughter, oh what a bold thrash!
In the end, they declare with a cheer and a blast,
“Every entrant’s a winner! The fun's unsurpassed!”
So remember this tale when you’re feeling the urge,
To dance like a stoner, let your spirit surge!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
