Short Wrestler Poems
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Pining for my love
Wrestler, Sassy Moose Jaw Sal
Body slam scripted
Poem composed: November 24, 2020
my friend Brian
found his calling
not only a comedian
full of laughter and good jokes,
but also, the oldest college wrestler in Ohio
There once was a wrestler named Pam
Who went to the bar and met Sam
They sat drinking whiskey
When Sam got too frisky
It ended with a body slam!
A professional wrestler of gators
Tried his luck as a restaurant waiter
He'd feint and he'd juke
Many patrons puked
Seafood business surprisingly cratered
The Rock is the best wrestler around
Dwayne Johnson is never going down
Rock bottom not once but twice
Right then he was being nice
He'll always stand his ground
There once was a wrestler named Billy.
His technique was naturally silly.
He grabbed them all up
By their don’t touch me cup
He was killed by my mean cousin Willy
blow a whistle —
in a pig’s eye*
stakes are high
the bright-eyed wrestler
will go scot-free**
9/27/2020
*denial or disbelief that something will be true
**unpunished
Azul
Mi corazon
Aches within a torch lit
No match better against the ropes
Longing familiar acrobat events
A dream team fantasy—I am
Luchadora of love
Sueño de ti
Azul
A man called his wife for a hug
Pat came the reply; Honey, I love you but there is a bug
to give you a hug don’t put stress
You are a wrestler and I am a poetess
I want pain in heart and in soul not in body.
street thug pointed a knife and said, “show me your breast”!
sumo wrestler slapped him and said “ get an eye test”!
Couplet written 16/11/2021
12 lines each line
L Milton Hankins sponsored
Your Funniest Couplet contest
There once was a wrestler called Patrice
Who gobbled food till he was obese;
Though round and full his tummy
He overate pork yummy-
And beat rivals licking their oiled grease.
Bawdy Limerick Contest , Tania Kitchin
30 Dec 2018
As ostrich egg, I'm oval
Favourite to every pal
Place me well or else I'll roll
Seem like a sumo wrestler
And beat the heat in summer
Spray pepper to make spicy
Mouth watering blood red bites
Can't stop with one...lol
Have you ever
Tinkered with a crowd
You have to speak up loud
Ring a bell or
Toot your horn
Blow your whistle or
Beat your drum
Sing a song or
Just hang out
Enjoy your laughter or
Kick box your way out
To meet the unthinkable
Another great Sumo Wrestler,
In this crowd
The wrestler-in chief is quite bad
In Trump there's one horrendous cad
This madman disgrace
Lost the mask on his face
Whoa—it’s not the Donald—it’s Vlad!
Author's note: No explanation is needed. They say that Putin actually died a few years ago, but that appears not to be the case.
Movement up and down the ring
Story lines made for entertainment
Competing for golden belts to display with pride
Stunted choreography happens inside and outside the ring
Wrestler and divas favored by many fans
Fans cheering and booing for who they like or hate
Face or heel is what wrestlers are all about
Poetry is a sumo wrestler in honey
throwing chickens into the mouth of a tornado
Poetry is a magic pen that slams words down hard onto a page,
Intriguing a mind
Who has no idea from whence she came
Poetry is an entity with a mind of its own,
playing with faeries and gargoyles.
Poetry is my pirate queen
Mu uncle Franklin
was a pro wrestler.
He lit up a room
like Nikola Tesla.
My aunt Judy
was a cake maker.
Her cakes were tall
like an LA Laker.
My brother Steve
played video games
-until my mom Kate
called him names.
Kate, to her credit
was a fine, fine artist.
But with brains, forget it.
I am the smartest.
The ski jump was over ninety foot high
A Sumo wrestler thought he'd like to try
Ski's didn't fit right
Both came off in flight
And he landed on some folks passing by.
Written on 30th December 2020.
Winter Snow or Ice Limerick Contest.
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
10.10.5.5.10. syllable count.
Brevette form of poetry
Heart
T h u m p s
Emotions.
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma, India
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Wrestler
P u n c h e s
Opponent.
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma, India
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Ink
P e n s
Words.
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma, India
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Written January 19, 2018
Stupendous performance as a wrestler
Owned his opponent; flipped to one’s back
Naysayers criticised and duly tossed
Showed he was confident; at
One time he was bullied; now tough
Naysayers soon find themselves looking up
Showed up and out into his adulthood
One of a kind; he’ll wrestle you with his tongue
Naysayers all tangled up; bully for him
chasing red and green
arms and legs
flips and flops,
meanwhile,
in the sanctuary, grieves
a wrestler soul,
devoid of win,
or injured by mat,
or a parent’s smackdown.
passing by
the hallway depths
of a rumbling sorrow!
he knows, nor cares,
that anyone is there.
his belly bared,
like an infant
attempting to wrestle,
from side to side,
hoping to escape.
A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his cock
It sure gives the ladies a thrill!
Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy
And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye
Even though he’s a man
He wears lots of fake tan
And baby oil is in constant supply
For Phyl with love from FC xx
05/06/17
The Dog
I am a dog now tied to all the living
not a sumo wrestler or even a boxer
i am not a mighty man
i am a base thing yes a thing despised
wormy and depressed
poor with or without sores
wearing whatever i can find
eating food but drinking no more wine
i just do not have the time or inclination
to keep money in my pocket
to be burried with
i am just a myth
a person to be handled
handle it