Napowrimo- 3 -april 2020- rhymes- wrestling

He held his nerve that day,
Barely sleeping, he preferred to be awake
What next was always on his mind
He played the video on endless rewinds
He wouldn’t let go this time, he had decided
Giving his best , he would master all that was required
Though his body ached with rigorous tyranny
Having no excuse, he had  to find a remedy
To maintain focus, he chose workouts more ideal
A chock-a block plan made well but concealed
Eye for detail, he cleared the practice session
The love for the game has become his obsession
My passion for wrestling  is supreme, says Jeremy
My aim is sustain all odds , to himself though wearily
What on earth  in your head has all this  transpired
His mom comes charging at him, almost wired
Sitting all day, addicted like a hawk
Could you get up from your fantasy block
A true wrestler is the one who plunges bravely into the ring
Not sitting in a corner, with a gaming console like a king

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