Cage Fight By Wrestlers
A match that lawless champions match,
The least wrestlers try: wicked scratch:
In a cage all the evils minds hatch;
Where sworn enemies themselves catch:
From a champ belt collect or snatch,
Viewers indulging every batch,
As a wrestler’s face earns a patch.
A bit nicer than a bad thatch
Yet to some: Dog and Pony Show’
One keeps watching and one won’t grow
To with fantasy just flow...
“Forget about each fearsome blow
In their eyes the intense glow
That watcher learns to punches throw
Hints at real play-acting: white snow.”
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