A Wrestler In a Dress
Sitting at the keybored
symbols mired in my head,
lacking inspiration, filled with exasperation,
I think that I'll just crawl on back to bed.
Images of castles and damsels in distress
are not forthcoming, would be quite becoming,
right now I'd take a wrestler in a dress.
A wrestler in a dress, now THERE'S an image,
something to pique my poor beleaguered brain!
he sports a tutu quite delectable,
not at all prim and respectable,
and not at all neglectable,
I'm finally on a roll!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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