Wrestling
Two people of equal weight
Strong muscles straining
Both suddenly subdued with spiteful hate
Hand and buzzer the winner ordaining
In truth the real sport
Is the judging of the referee
Here the fighters are in his court
And he moves like a boat across the sea
The fact is that he moves across the ring
Slithering and crawling
All waiting for the finial ding
Or the contestants still and sprawling
Striped shirt with logos on either sleeve
Sponsorship like the fighters in the match
Except his own body does he heave
And both rule breakers and winners does he catch
Sometimes moving on head and toes
So he can spot the smallest changes
All to see the joys and woes
And anger’s varied verbal ranges
So, put simply, this is his domain
With the expert eye of a professional chef
He goes through the most entertaining strain
Enjoy watching the ref
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