Posted By: Aaron Sweazy
A Wrestling Christmas Poem by "The Swayz" - 12/20/05 06:55 AM
Many of you may or may not know that 10 years ago I had a poem that placed in the top 100 poems in America for a poem about the Oklahoma City Bombing, I guess only good material for my poems comes 1 time every 10 years...so see you all in 2015, but til then here is my original poem T'was the Night Before Wrestling which I wrote last Friday night and just got the copyright on via email today. Only Furches has heard this so enjoy:
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T'was the Night Before Wrestling
By Aaron “The Swayz” Sweazy
T’was the night before wrestling,
And all through the state,
Young warriors were busy,
Avoiding food on their plate.
The children then bundled under layers in bed,
While dreaming of making weight,
Just to be fed.
The Parents arose early with coffee in hand,
Trying to strategize,
How many would fit in their van.
While running and sweating,
Clothes soaked and damp,
Please let the kids make it,
So they won’t start to cramp.
Ounce by Ounce, Drip by Drip,
Only time will tell,
Then the moment arrives,
As they step on the scale.
A sigh and smile,
Then to the cafeteria,
Where eyes widen at menus,
Causing hysteria.
Oh bagels, fruit,
Pancakes and Ham,
Oh donuts, granola,
Biscuits and jam.
Then shortly after,
The tourney begins,
Pitting each other,
Against best of friends.
A scrambling scurry,
So live and so quick,
They gave it their all,
Down to the last tic.
A tearful opponent,
A shake of the hand,
They both realized,
Who was the better man.
Dejected, defeated ,
He shuffled his feet,
Even his coach knew,
He had his man beat.
Then a kind old man,
Went up to the lad,
With a pat on the back,
Saying, “Don’t be so sad.”
“You win some, you lose some,
out on the mat,
One week 0-2,
The next week the champ!”
The kid’s frown turned up,
And so did his chin,
Ear to cauliflower ear,
A smile began.
The old man skedaddled,
Knowing the time,
But felt inclined to drive away,
With one last thing in mind.
He unwound the window,
With booming voice so great,
“Best of luck on the season,
and see you at State!”
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T'was the Night Before Wrestling
By Aaron “The Swayz” Sweazy
T’was the night before wrestling,
And all through the state,
Young warriors were busy,
Avoiding food on their plate.
The children then bundled under layers in bed,
While dreaming of making weight,
Just to be fed.
The Parents arose early with coffee in hand,
Trying to strategize,
How many would fit in their van.
While running and sweating,
Clothes soaked and damp,
Please let the kids make it,
So they won’t start to cramp.
Ounce by Ounce, Drip by Drip,
Only time will tell,
Then the moment arrives,
As they step on the scale.
A sigh and smile,
Then to the cafeteria,
Where eyes widen at menus,
Causing hysteria.
Oh bagels, fruit,
Pancakes and Ham,
Oh donuts, granola,
Biscuits and jam.
Then shortly after,
The tourney begins,
Pitting each other,
Against best of friends.
A scrambling scurry,
So live and so quick,
They gave it their all,
Down to the last tic.
A tearful opponent,
A shake of the hand,
They both realized,
Who was the better man.
Dejected, defeated ,
He shuffled his feet,
Even his coach knew,
He had his man beat.
Then a kind old man,
Went up to the lad,
With a pat on the back,
Saying, “Don’t be so sad.”
“You win some, you lose some,
out on the mat,
One week 0-2,
The next week the champ!”
The kid’s frown turned up,
And so did his chin,
Ear to cauliflower ear,
A smile began.
The old man skedaddled,
Knowing the time,
But felt inclined to drive away,
With one last thing in mind.
He unwound the window,
With booming voice so great,
“Best of luck on the season,
and see you at State!”
