Heel Cota makes his in ring debut versus "SumThang Specail" Derrgentt Cetter and manager "Bounce" Binny Banger. in a Stay Outta the corner strap match.
Both guys will be telthered in one corner, while four other guys will be tethered in the opposiite corner. The four guys have no alliance to either combatant and have the right to have action with the two men. 1;00 in the corner is the total time allowed. A regular three count or Countout will determain the winner. Contention matches can make new comers and lesser apprecated wrestlers instant contenders to the Worlds Championship. We heard the the Championship committe and the fans want to see someone comeup the ladder, uncrown either the Worlds Champion or the tagteam champions. I heard Dence Castburger say " this is a place of oppurtunities: we wanna see the best man win: if it's from the Contention Series< we'll thant's great for business!"
Silicone plastic spatulas
and the plastic spoon sets
When my friend fell off a wall,
I phoned up the local clinic.
“He’s got cracks,” I said in the call.
They said, “Bring him for a visit.”
As we parked he looked with fright,
Upon all the men who were dressed
As a bunch of Templar chef-knights,
With spatulas on their crest.
My pal was such the cynic,
Demanding we get out of there.
But I said, “It’s the King’s Clinic,
And there’s none finer anywhere.”
He then asked for other sources,
And really started to beg;
"Coz there’s a wheeled bowl pulled by horses,"
Claimed my friend, H. Dumpty the egg.
The door rings,
I look up,
someone with someone else,
back to my eggs and hash browns.
The door rings
Spatulas knell the griddle.
The skinny cook yells in Kentucky Yiddish.
Flapjacks slap in midair,
syrup dongs in jug and jar.
The door rings
I look up
then
back to my eggs and hash browns.
The door rings
I look up
nobody I know,
my first time here
why should I know anyone!
Back to the eggs.
Two sunny-side-up,
the busting of yellow yokes
with a tip of toast --- O Lordy.
I look up
the waitress has bodacious tats,
a phone bursts into song
another vibrates
as loud as a sleeping panther.
The door rings
creamy salutations
of comfort and grease.
Spoons jangle on tinkling handles,
spatulas knell upon the griddle.
A buttery booth crush
a flush-faced coffee klatch.
The skinny cook yells in Kentucky Yiddish.
I look up
flapjacks slap air
syrup pours and dongs in jug and jar.
The door chants and chimes -
Hallelujah for this ring-a-ding diner
and our Waffle House hunger.
I am not tempted to invite company
We have been taken hostage by a pony puppy
He chews up everything including mattresses.
How can we invite someone who likes dogs here?
He will sleep with them, and he is heavy.
He likes patting you in the face with his enormous paw.
How can we invite someone who dislikes dogs?
They would have to gingerly step over his leavings.
Shoes, pencils, bones, toys, dog chews, spatulas.
Buddy can open doors with his face
He has proven that often enough
He is a great excuse; we live quietly and happily.
My husband gets to watch his nine tv sets
And I get to write poetry and paint
And no one feels the need to come here.
Nirvana!
Steam from fresh ground coffee
Mixes with smoke from cigarettes.
Syrup mixes with butter.
Eggs mix with toast.
Clinks of forks on plates
Mix with clanks of spatulas on the grill.
Last minute bar stragglers
Mix with early morning risers.
Morning crew coming in
Mixes with night crew getting off.
It's shift change at the diner.
Time for me to mix with my bed.