by Nick Gisburne
Giants compete for a glittering prize
Hissing contempt for the villains they fight
Into the audience, deep in disguise
Shuffles Imelda, the Queen of the Bite
Spitting vulgarities, hurling disdain
Gripped by the curious laws of the ring
Far from the tedious rules of her reign
Bellowing bloody abuse as they swing
Always the muscles, the bodies, arouse
Whistles and amorous offers, obscene
Lost in a promise to shatter her vows
Just for the chance to forget she is Queen
Restless for wrestlers, she quakes at the knee
Gods, in their twenties, and she, eighty-three
