Gladiator

 

I enter the arena and hear the crowd’s roar

Blood already on the sawdust floor

Sword in hand and ready for war

Bring it on, bring it ON – I’m a gladiator

 

Combatants ready – they don’t see the flaw

They want the prize but I want it more

I’ve brought my a-game for the one I adore

See me wrestle and fight – I’m a gladiator

 

Weapons flash, others fall – you cannot ignore

The victory I win as I slash, hack and gore

No-one will face me or they’ll be done for

I stand covered in glory – I’m a gladiator

 

And now that I’ve won what I was fighting for

My fair lady’s hand, to whom I swore

I’d be her champion for evermore

Now I am worthy – her gladiator

 

And now we’re away; don’t you look for

Either of us – you’ll not find us before

Every inch, every nook has been explored

A fighter and lover, this gladiator

 

So my battle-scarred helmet thrown swift to the floor

Armour stripped, steam rising, and begging for more

As our water-dropped bodies give in to furor

You’ll hear this name screamed out – “Oh, GLADIATOR!”

 

 

The story behind the poem:

A gauntlet thrown across Facebook, which I couldn’t resist – to fight and win a lady’s favour. Which led to some hilarious shenanigans, and ultimately to name-calling, outrageous suggestions and…poetry.

I don’t know if I won yet – I’ll be sure to let you know.