Wrestling of the Playful Dogs

Bingo and Jack,the  
playful dogs.
Not minding the  
earthly bogs,
jump and joyfully 
bite
each other at any 
site.
Then Bingo  
consciously fall
and the other call.
Jack took victory
"I have made history
by defeating you
and given you blue".
Soon an unsounding  
whistle sound.
Their strength,they 
again found.
Sooner or later Jack  
lie
like one sleeping 
with an open eye.
Then the first 
climbed ontop.
The game came into  
stop,
when the final 
whistle sound like 
trum'.
The fans hullaboloo  
with drum.
The whistle was blew 
by a referee_ghost
while the first,Bingo 
boast
"I have won
you are now my 
con".
They both chorus"we 
are champions,
we are not self like 
scorpions.
Then the two heads  
departed
in a happy hearted.

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