Now just a minute Smoke ol girl
This chairs not that easy to get
Call me “jerk” and “plow boy”?
This fight isn’t over yet
*
You cheated with that dirt you kicked
Made my eyes burn and scratch
So now it is my turn to choose
We’ll have a wrestling match!
*
I know you threw that dirt on purpose
And you think that you are cute
Well just wait here while I put on
My Sumo wrestler suit
*
When you see my Sumo wrestler suit
You’ll know you’re out of luck
You would probably tuck your tail and run
If you had a tail to tuck!
*
She laughed when Jack climbed in the ring
“To that suit you must resort”?
“I don’t need a silly suit like that,
I’ll just wear my Turtle Shorts
*
Just then Eileen rang the bell,
As Peggy refereed
Smoke twirled and then gave Jack a wedgie
And dropped him to his knees
*
Smoke picked him way up over her head
And spun him round and round
Then when she knew that he was dizzy
She slammed him to the ground
*
The crowd all thought poor Jack was dead
Smoke said, “He’s alive no doubt”
Its just that when he hit the mat
He got his wind knocked out
*
Peggy gave ol Jack the ten count
The fight was over just like that
Smoke got down and whispered in his ear
As he lay there on the mat
*
Listen to me Corn boy
I don’t think wrestling is your sport
Perhaps you would do better
If you paint Turtles on you shorts.
*
Jack Roberts – March 16, 2003
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