Today's guest writer is -  Martin Dixon.

Martin, from Barnsley, used to write and review in the wrestling world.
His poem is about some-one who....nearly made it.

PROFESSIONAL

I who wear spandex and pretend to fight 

I who do this dance night after night

I who still help set the ring up just right

I am a professional wrestler

I who count the lights on the ceiling

I who am an expert at selling a beating

I who lose without crying or bleating

I am a professional wrestler

I who will tell you "I hate this man"

I whose wellbeing is really in his hands

I who must trust that he sticks to the plan

I am a professional wrestler

I who they've chosen to work a big star from TV

I who has heard he's getting paid more than me

I who could beat him up but you see,

I am a professional wrestler

I who will do the job again tonight

I who will try and make it a convincing fight

I who keep losing to the big boys night after night

I am a professional wrestler

I who electrify gyms, town halls and fairs in faded tights

I who tell myself someday those will be stadiums with my name in lights

I who then will be able to say and actually be right

I am a Professional Wrestler

Great piece, with a tinge of sadness.

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