Sheamus

Sheamus

A Poem by Becca

Laoch. 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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© 2012 Becca


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Added on January 19, 2012
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Becca
Becca

Rochester, NY



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