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 © | Year Posted 2016

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Allison Avatar
January 8, 2016 at 1:19 PM
Hilarious write Keith - Gee I nearly lost my cup of tea over the keyboard reading this - I used to go and watch the wrestling as a kid in the days of big daddy, giant haystacks etc - just the thought of them in a dress had me in hysterics!:-) hugs Jan xxx
Allison Avatar
January 8, 2016 at 1:41 PM
Derby Swimming baths used to stage the shows - gosh that is many many years ago - my dad used to love watching the wrestling on the TV so I guess we grew up with it:-) hugs jan xx
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January 8, 2016 at 1:25 PM
Thanks Jan! I too watched wrestling as a child... loved it!
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