In a ring where giggles fly like birds,
The wrestlers bounce with dopey delight,
Each grapple met with slurred, silly words.
They stumble and trip on their colorful shirts,
One yells, “Watch out! It’s a runaway kite!”
In a ring where giggles fly like birds.
With munchies strong, they eye the nacho curds,
As they roll and tumble, oh what a sight,
Each grapple met with slurred, silly words.
One claims he’s named “The Avocado,” absurd!
He does a roundhouse, then takes a quick bite.
In a ring where giggles fly like birds.
The referee sneezes, he’s lost in the herds,
“Are we still wrestling—or just full of flight?”
Each grapple met with slurred, silly words.
And when the bell rings, none know who’s concurred,
They hug it out, saying, “What a great night!”
In a ring where giggles fly like birds,
Each grapple met with slurred, silly words.
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