Can You Stomach the Sport?

Back and forth, a check for a cheek;

Which fleshy heavy bag won’t fall?

A test of who will still stand tall;

Bludgeoned now his future is bleak, 

Watching such not for sporting weak.

Boring and bland upon a field,

A pristine game, no reckless yield.

Fans want more than a burst for cheer,

Potential violence draws them near,

Praising those leaving on their shield.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/06/02/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-60-cheek-in-the-a-rhyme-line/.

Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/06/02/fowc-with-fandango-pristine/.

Prompted from June 2021 Prompts at: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/06/01/june-2021-writing-prompts/.

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