Best Wrestlers Poems

We are the wrestlers,
And it's a fine day to wrestle,
It's fine today and fine tomorrow,
It's o so fine, when we wrestle sorrow,

We are the wrestlers,
Worshipful hands and flexing feet,
I need to earn, so this sorrow I must meet, 
Run and jump, grip and throw
Next move?
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A face worse than Traffic Jam!
Charles badly wants to melt Sam:
The Man to before Men slam
And him cause to board a tram…

Charles had been by choice A Clam
But he sure hits like A Bam!
And can hands down beat Sam;
With or without eating Yam
With not glucose...

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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:...

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