The Fight
Up early that morning
getting prepped and ready.
As the time nears,
nerves fill your stomach.
Your number is called
and you step into the ring.
You are there for blood.
You give it your all.
That's all you can do.
When you win the fight
polite congrats are due.
You smile back and say
"thank you".
Inside you scream
"Haha! I win!"
When you leave the ring
you start to calm down.
After all it's just a dog show.
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