The Mighty Wrestler - Poem
The Mighty Wrestler
The Mighty Wrestler strides into the ring.
His taut sinews rippling in anticipation of the battle yet to come.
As The Mighty Wrestler steps onto the mat the crowd roars in exultation; for The Mighty Wrestler is unbeaten.
The crowds roar mellows quickly as The Mighty Wrestler's foe steps into the ring.
The crowd grumbles and moans, for they know today is the day;
The Mighty Wrestler gets beaten.
For today The Mighty Wrestler faces a battle of the ages.
For it is Youth against Age, Desire against Experience.
Can the lowly sophomore defeat the battle hardened senior?
Only time will tell!
The wrestlers face each other the crowd gives out a mighty groan, as the foe unleashes a withering glare.
The crowd begins to roar again for The Mighty Wrestler shows no fear
The Mighty Wrestler returns the glare with a smile and a bow.
The roar of the crowd shakes the ground.
The wrestlers shake hands and resume their places.
With the tweet of a whistle and the flash of a hand the titanic battle has begun.
It is truly a battle for the ages see sawing back and forth neither wrestler; gaining the upper hand.
The crowd is stilled and on its feet for The Mighty Wrestler is still in the meet.
The score is now tied the clock is almost gone.
They take their stances one more time.
With a flash of the hand they struggle anew.
With a sweep of the leg and a thrust of the hip;
a take down is scored by the aged one.
As the crowd starts to weep for surely the foe has won.
They soon jump to their feet for their hero face down on the mat reached deep for the fire within and with a mighty shrug and a twist and he escapes a pin.
For Youth had been served!
The Mighty Wrestler had won!
As the night wore down and bedding was turned
The Mighty Wrestler turned in and soon was a dreaming, of the Unbeaten Mighty Wrestler a winning again.
As he arose on the morn he said Oh what a dream
The Mighty Wrestler be I.
As he wandered into the kitchen for his daily glass of OJ he shouts;
I am a Kid!
It was just a dream gulping his OJ, He turns to the Kitchen table Screams “NO” his glass of juice dropping to the floor as he shouts.
“I AM JUST A KID” for on the table lay a newspaper with The Headline – Mighty Wrestler Still Unbeaten State Championship Next
As he leans over to wipe up his spilled juice,
He hears a clatter from the lawn.
Upon opening the door he espies ESPN and a horde of newsies he shouts at them all “Go away I am just a Kid” he closes the door and heads to the Den to the cartoons he went, for The Mighty Wrestler is just a kid :)
