SheamusA Poem by BeccaLaoch. Laoch. Fiery red hair and a pale skin complexion. They call you the Great White. With an Irish heritage and an Irish accent, You are a dream to many. A professional wrestler on TV. With your Celtic Cross, You are a true Celtic warrior. The luck of the Irish in your favor. You take a quick beating then get up. The anger shows through your eyes. You go for the ten hits across the chest of your opponent, With their arms wrapped around the ropes. You let them feel the pain. A Brogue Kick to the head, An Irish Curse to the back, A High Cross off the shoulders. Six feet and four inches, Weighting in about 267 pounds. A champion and a winner, A WWE superstar. A true Irish man.
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Added on January 19, 2012 Last Updated on January 19, 2012 AuthorBeccaRochester, NYAboutI'm 23 and I write poems to keep me sane. Poems are my way of getting out how I feel. When I'm upset, I tend to write more. But there are times where I will get randomly inspired and write something c.. more..Writing
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