Happy Father’s Day, readers!
For this week’s “Poem of the Week,” I’ve managed to compose yet another alphabet poem, this time discussing the problems that certain wrestling fans see in professional wrestling these days. If you happen to be a pro wrestling fan yourself and either agree or disagree with some of the sentiments shared in this poem, feel free to discuss your views in the comments section below. Chances are that there’s been a point or two that I’ve neglected to cover in this composition that you feel is necessary to discuss. Otherwise, here’s hoping that you enjoy The ABCs of Modern-Day Pro Wrestling.
The ABCs of Modern-Day Pro Wrestling
June 10, 2013
A is for aggravating and agitating—so hard to watch.
B is for how bothered I get every time I see a botch.
C is for every character that’s so fake and contrived.
D is for the drug-based deaths of far one too many guys.
E is for every error I see in a promotion’s booking.
F is for all the floozies on TV who aren’t even good-looking.
G is for the greatness that the worthy are denied.
H is for every homegrown talent who gets left behind.
I is for the immaturity of certain stars on Twitter.
J is for every jackass who, in interviews, shows how he’s bitter.
K is for Kickstarter—no start for a wrestling company.
L is for every legend whom today’s stars might never be.
M is for the messiness of too many storylines.
N is for the nasty locker room noise I’d like left behind.
O is for the obnoxiousness of certain commentators.
P is for the piss-poor promos that make no sense now or later.
Q is for quitting, which I think certain promoters ought to do
While R is for the ridiculousness by which they tell fans, “Screw you!”
S is for the superficiality we’re expected to buy.
T is for too many twits amongst fans like you and I.
U is for the ugly truth that the glory days are gone.
V is for the venom I’ve been gagging down for so long.
W is for what wrestling fans can do to lend a hand.
X is for that “X-Factor” that’s missing from this wasteland.
Y is for all the yakking away that won’t solve anything.
Z is for “Zounds!” when it all disappears and we feel its painful sting.
To think, too, that I’ve only scratched the surface with these rhymes,
But seeing as I’m out of letters, I’ll carry on at a later time.
Until then, when it comes to wrestling, I’m leaving my TV off
For fear that I’ll end up seeing something else that’ll make me scoff.
After all, what’s the point of watching something that I hate
When I can simply look for something else to put on my plate?
All in all, though I want the wrestling industry to succeed,
I refuse to succumb to my own personal pride and greed
And watch it just to whine about it like so many fellow fans do
And instead take a break and hope it improves for the rest of you.
This hereby concludes this week’s “Poem of the Week.” Thank you to all who have stopped by to read it, and Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. As for you wrestling fans, I hope you found this enjoyable, and again, if you have any feedback, feel free to leave it, so long as it’s civilized. Otherwise, as always, please check out my author pages to check out my current publications (Smashwords.com, Amazon.com,
and Amazon.co.uk), and as always, happy reading!
Dustin M. Weber