Straining to recall my training
while strength and will are waning;
my opponent with strength of two of me
holding me down and constricting my gi;
breathing now labored I wiggle and squirm
to create space to struggle and worm
my way to relief and a better position.
Alas, must succumb to this suffocation,
tap-tap and it’s over for the 26th time in a row;
lost again. Stand up, tie my belt and proffer a bow.
Disappointed to have dropped yet another bout,
but bring on number 27, I think I’ve figured this out.