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My Poem
Wrestling
I go into the locker room and dress like a
boss.
I come out and put on my wrestling
shoes,
Looking at all the guys in my
weight
Thinking they’re going to
lose.
I see my opponent, I’m staring him
down
Giving him the look of, bro I run this
town.
I start stretching, acting like a
pro
This guys doing nothing like an average
Joe.
We get on the mat; I’m still staring at his
soul
Beating him with no problem is my main
goal.
We shake
hands
I hear screaming from the
fans
I slap him in the
ear
Of course coach reed is all I
hear.
I throw him in a
headlock
Man, all the girls think I’m a
jock.
The ref slaps the
mat,
I win, I look at all the girls and tip my
imaginary hat.
boss.
I come out and put on my wrestling
shoes,
Looking at all the guys in my
weight
Thinking they’re going to
lose.
I see my opponent, I’m staring him
down
Giving him the look of, bro I run this
town.
I start stretching, acting like a
pro
This guys doing nothing like an average
Joe.
We get on the mat; I’m still staring at his
soul
Beating him with no problem is my main
goal.
We shake
hands
I hear screaming from the
fans
I slap him in the
ear
Of course coach reed is all I
hear.
I throw him in a
headlock
Man, all the girls think I’m a
jock.
The ref slaps the
mat,
I win, I look at all the girls and tip my
imaginary hat.