It must be the era of Language and Lit
When both were taught in school
Which gave both of us the yearning for it
And made us two so cool
It sure would be great to meet up and fight
And on friendly terms then, we'd leave,
With hopes of another, a friendship of might,
And memories to share and cleave.
Alas, with the distance, it doesn't look great
The border, a hindrance, for sure,
But bodily contact, a loving to 'hate'
Is really the only true cure.
For yearnings experienced all of the time
When scantly clad bodies entwine,
When pinning opponents, upon them do climb
To make YOUR body MINE.
Then as we get closer, in body, as friend,
More comfortable we'd feel
The bout which we started would come to an end
Who'd win? - the jobber or heel?.
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