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