WWE Poem

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My Idols aren't like you and me,
they tumble back and forth you see.
On the mat, and in the ring, The
Undertaker is the King.

Jeff and Matt, the Hardy Boys,
work so close, they move like one.
Yet through all the pain,
they're having fun!

HBK Kips-Up again.
I can do it, I really can!
I learned it on my trampoline, and
practiced all the time you see.

So though I am not yet a pro.
I'll get there in my heart I know.

Randy Orton hit Vince McMahon,
so he's in trouble with Steph again!

Jericho really took his blows,
said he was sorry, so the story goes!

Morrison, MIZ, they know their Biz.
As JBL gives his evil grin,
R-Truth shouts WAS-UP! again!


John Cena is the Champ we know.
He delivered that final, fatal blow.

Last week as Michaels did his stamp,
we watched him fall the mighty champ.
As Sweet Chin Music,
now makes eyes damp.
JBL now calls the shots.
The SHOWSTOPPER needs to blow his plot!

EDGE won the belt yet once again,
but was it talent, or pretend?
Big Show now kisses Vickie's feet, but from
the audience, he feels the heat

For Edge will never let it happen,
he grins, as Vickie's gums are flappin!

And HHH can't stand her yackin.
He makes her look like such a fool,
The audience thinks it's really COOL!
Still, I feel the Pedigree,
would break her stride and make it clear!
We want her Gone, we wouldn't care!
EXCUSE ME would be gone you see!
And EDGE would have to EARN his fee!

Ric Flair retired, so they say.
Yet, I hear, he'll be on RAW Monday.
No, he just can't stop, and let it go.
For, it's Deep within his heart we know.

No, my Idols aren't like you and me. They
live for the countdown, 1, 2, 3, ....

Written by 9yr old
Justin Gelinas