A People Power Champion
that how they speak when
most people say his name.
Stormester Amir born in
Mobius Grander(Parts Unknow) once
blacklisted and removed
from active competition made a
world renowned return
" Amazing Impossible Possibility"
a promoter named his intent to be
Champion.
Due to his inability to get involved
because of his blacklisting
he marveled around and was thought
to be "Masked Wrestler" and
"Slugger Caul"
Both found to be not him
when both men were
challenged to be in the same
arena and were both unmasked
by "Large" Gussy Steeper.
Arco Danzon and Bolero Clave Dinger
were found to be the Masked grapplers
but due to there ages some spoke of a
wrestlers conspirasy: most ragsheets reported
the guys being both in there early twenties
but the they beleived was
the Masked WrestlerII had wrestled
Masked for more then ten years prior to
this unmasking. This made the return
of the superstar a specail event.
A rotted old house deep in the South
Was where I learned to shut my mouth
And keep my stockings high and my hems low
And take care of babies and learn to sew
And the very first thing I stitched together
Was made of cotton that had heathered
Was a pair of pants like my Papa wore
“For wearin’ ‘round the house!” my Mama swore
When I was ten I was grown enough
To wear layered dresses and shoulder puffs
To gussy up when I went out for a walk
And to court a man with dainty talk
I got old enough to leave the nest
And my Papa found one out in the west
A farmer’s boy with corn agrow
And I didn’t care enough to say no
Six babies to him I gives
Ain’t none of which who lives
I didn’t much care for them anyways
But now he works much longer days
But when he’d come home and go to bed
I’d creep around the dark farmstead
And saddle up his horse to ride
I felt like such a man astride
He done worked himself to death
On that horse he drew his last breath
The preacher offered three hundred
And my horse and I were sundered
Now as I sit, old and gray
I think about the final day
And maybe the Lord will let me be
Out of these bones and finally free.
Love me or hate me
few people can take me
plain, unadulterated, true to myself
their compulsive need to gussy me up
or completely disguise me
gives me nightmares...
Horrible- horrible!
The worst is where
they try to make me
Savory.
Suffocated in sauces, sweet relish
and pickled beets
garnished with green olives
and fussy-cut vienna sausages
all dancing in fancy chorus lines
on top of me
Oh No! I can't take it...
It just can't be!
What are they thinking?!
I awake with a snug sensation
as something warmish
drapes and
drizzles
down my back
AAAAAHHH!
Caramel sauce-
Thank God!
LeRoy had never been squeamish, fastidious or fussy,
He always dressed quite casually, his hair sometimes rather mussy.
But that all changed one day
On the 16th of May
When he was bitten by a neighbor’s rabid skunk named Gussy
Winter's snow is melting; got a satchel full of Spring.
Blow it to the wind and from my front porch watch it bloom.
Capture vibrant colors; tie them up with satin string.
Loose them in December; brighten Winter's graying gloom.
Summer's heat is waning; got a pocket full of Fall.
Spend it all on jewels just to gussy up the trees.
Grab a frosty morning; wad it up into a ball.
Throw it to next August; catch a welcomed, crispy breeze.
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