» Limerick Poems About Wrestling
I'm just not an athletic go-getter.
Won't catch me in a teams scarf or sweater.
But what I watch on TV,
That always does it for me,
Wrestling- and the dirtier the better!!!
The other night at the county fair
I got drunk and tried wrestling a bear,
he twisted me in a knot
I heard loud snapping a lot...
now my glasses are used as footwear!
terrifying to see,
a menacing mountain
of a muscle-man
he used to be.
he wilts away his days
till the end arrives.
This nursing home's
locked doors hide
closing and closed lives.
Seems my age is finally starting to show
More shaky recently since wrestling that buffalo
Wifey reminded me
You're nearing eighty-three
As bones stuck out somewhere below
It really was quite a kerfuffle
And a series of violent scuffles
I kept wrestling a pig
But he grew much too big
So instead we went searching for truffles
Kai Michael Neumann
Jane set out for an intimate night
Shed her clothes in a mud wrestling fight
Naked with horny tattoo
She overcame a taboo
Innocence lost in dirty delight
Wrestling gators by hand
Or failing some ill- conceived plan
If it's done stupidly
I can about guarantee
It was done by a "Florida man".
Always knee from very beginning,
Each race run I would be winning;
Grades be better;
Wear letter sweater;
Wrestling, my opponent pinning.