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:

Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at:

Prompted from June 2021 Prompts at:


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