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WHEN MISHAP CAUSED THE ENTIRE STAFF OF
THE nwwa WRASSLIN COMPANY
TO BE DISPLACED BY A MISHAP.
THE COMPANY ALLOWED
A LOW RANKING MEMBER OF THE COMPANY
TO RUN THE TELEVISION LIVE SHOW.
WHEN THE CALL CAME THAT THE PRESIDENT WOULDN'T BE HERE
NEITHER WOULD THE
RANKING MEMBER OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE
AND HIS OPPOSING COUNTERPART FROM
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE,
THE COMPANY ALLOWED A CREWMEMBER OF THE
CAMERA TEAM TO
RUN THE NATIONAL SHOW.
THIS WAS UNIQUE AND
WE FOUND SOME MEAN SPIRITED PEOPLE WHO HAD
GRIEVANCES TO BARE
AGAINST THIS
VERY POPULAR COMPANY.
THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS LOST THEIR TITLES, TO OPEN THE SHOW.
THE nATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP WAS CROWNED TEN TIMES DURING THE SHOW. ( ON AND OFF CAMERA)
THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WAS HELD-UP
AND DETERMINED A NEW CHAMPION
VIA A FIVE CORNERED FREE FOR ALL.
THEN CHAMPIONSHIP THEN WAS CONTESTED AGAIN, IN A BOUT THAT PROVED ON ANY GIVEN NIGHT
ANYONE CAN BE THE BEST IN THE WORLD.
EVEN IF THE CHAMPION HAD ALL THE ODDS AGAINST HIM
WHEN A UNDESERVING UNRANKED AND UNTALENTED GRAPPLER
ROSE TO THE OCCASION TO BECOME WORLD CHAMPION.
HIS FIRST WIN IN THREE YEARS,
HE BECAME 39(L)-8(DIS) 6(C-O) 1 (W)
THE ACTING MEMBER THEN ( SCARED TO HIS WIT'S, HE DAWNED A MASK TO HIDE HIS FACE NOT TO BE KNOWN BY THE MEMBERS OF THE STAFF AND THE ATHLETES HE WAS IN CHARGE OVER)
WHEN MADE THE DECISION TO CREATE A NEW PAY PER VIEW IN VIEW OF THE PUBLIC ( BOARD ROOM DECISION)
A MEMBER OF THE ATHLETIC COMMISION STEPPED UP TO OVERRULE HIS AUTHORITY)
THIS CREATED SOME TENSION ( IT WAS VISIBLE)
HE DREW A PICTURE OF A TROPHY, AND CALLED OUT TEN WRESTLERS
FROM TWO CORNERS HE TOLD THEM, WHOEVER IS THE LAST MAN STANDING WINS THE TROPHY, THE RULES WERE
ELMANATION COMES FROM A PINFALL IN THE RING OR IN THE RINGSIDE AREA, A COUNOUT WILL HAVE YOU TO BE SENT TO THE LOCKER ROOM. AND
HE STIPULATED, WHEN THE MATCH HAS FOUR CONTENDERS,
A TAG MATCH WILL FIND TWO MEMBERS VICTORIOUS, AND THE WINNERS
WOULD COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE TROPHY WINNER.
HE THAN WOULD NAME THE TROPHY WINNER THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
WELL IT BECAME A CLASSIC MATCH.
FOUR REFEREES
AND TEN CONTENDERS, ELIMINATION STYLE
AND THEN A CLASSIC AUSTRALIAN RULES TAG MATCH.
WHEN THE WINNER WOULD THEN COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
She had been looking in the wrong mirror all of her life.
She thought she was plain, sometimes ugly.
She thought she was worthless, someone to be pitied.
She thought she was untalented, inept, invisible.
He found her, and realized she needed a new mirror.
He polished her up, fancied her up, gussied her up.
He encouraged her, built her up, and brought her to his tables.
She was a beauty, kind, and generous, truly remarkable.
She had been looking in the wrong mirror is all.
She did not believe him, so he had to get her to make her own mirror.
She designed a small pretty hand mirror, and looked into it
Terrified she would be looking into her childhood mirror.
I am happy to say she was pleasantly surprised.
I am pretty! She thought, amazed. Ashamed, she put the mirror down quickly.
She had been taught never to have pride. He saw this and encouraged her
To break the old mirror and pay attention to the one she had created herself.
Double yellow lines
I sit inside a massive fog of nothingness
plays on my imaginary piano using one finger
a ditty, sun outside, sun inside, sun only sun
I feel massively and supremely untalented
Now that the amalgamation of writers, poets
dancers, trampoline ladies, and painters that
lived inside of me, has turned into a block
immovable zero
I look at a black dot ringed by a grey cloud
If I stare at this long enough, the cloud might
disappear, only it is not, it turns into a dervish
The amalgamation has fractured, and I sit on
a rowing boat on a green sea, watching gulls
white as angels fly upward into a hole in
a void, at last, there is silence, and I'm at ease
With my vastly incompetent self
The pretty lady in white throws the bouquet,
like a game show host giving out consolation prizes;
like the bottle cap liner on your tropical fruit juice -
"thanks for playing - try again"
So her flowers were caught by a 12-year-old fullback
with braces and a Hello Kitty wristwatch;
she must be next to get married (if tradition holds true) -
that's at least another 8 years for me to be #2
Kiss the bride but miss the bridesmaid.
Everybody missed the speech by the best man,
they were all watching the couple kissing and being cute -
while the maid of honor slipped down the hall to "get some fresh air"
Silver medal in the attic collecting dust;
"You were 2nd best" - like that is some honor.
The way I see it in big, bold font:
"You lost when it counted"
I am the penultimate:
the bridesmaid
the pinch hitter
the salutatorian
the understudy
the vice president
the substitute teacher
the back-up quarterback
the untalented kid brother
the bake-off red ribbon winner
the beauty pageant runner-up
the spare key under the welcome mat
the best man (2nd best, if you think about it)
languishing in the shadows of #1
The Faeries Are Still Outside
Trying to cheer a garden up from the clay,
But the crabgrass won’t part
And the trees are snickering
At the art-
Less way the faeries
Sway while chanting,
Casting their spells—
Such an untalented group!
Out of tune, with
Too often the lyric,
“wha’ ta’ we all do?”
Stuck in a measureless breath
And beyond any rhyming lure to
The sprouts for any wanting to grow!
Wise, the trees lean, whining,
Slow whispers that, “
The faeries should go!
Back to their wizards
For more lessons in garden growth. “
The aged trees are exasperated; after all,
There’s little more to it
Than spreading the
Spell of encouragement, because
The sun and earth are already there prepared
For the growing…
So the trees advise,
“Raise ye’ stems around us trees.
We’ll keep the winds
From blowin’ ye’ over!
And keep the sun from
Parching your leaves.
We’ll sing lullabies to the herbs,
“Hush a-bye lurra lu,
Rest now your intake of green.
Be doodle-ye-do get ye’ ready
For droplets of dew
Diddle-eye-done
Dew comes after your dreams
Along with the rise up of the sun.”
Then the trees applauded
Among themselves, promising
That as soon as
The garden grew a bit,
The trees would tell all those little plants
Just how Spirit
Lives inside their stems, their flowers and leaves,
Where the spells of the faeries cannot reside…but,
“Deed le-dee see la so sigh.” Fine,
Let the spells be sung.
“‘Tis a task the faeries prize,” and who knows if it won’t
Help the clay to crack,
“Fiddle diddle perhaps a fact!”
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(C) sally young Eslinger 9/30/21
Thanks be to God