Competition

He could feel the weight off his shoulders,

All had gone according to plan.

He was not drunk in glory, but relief...

He stood to shake his opponent's hand.

No more binge nights on the competitor's technique,

No more ´fail til you make it´ lies,

The medal to hang on his neck,

No more tears sweat blood ...cries.

Startled by slobber on his knees

A dog rolling onto its back

´Belly rubs if you please´

´Then get ready for our nap´.

Men's best friend Blubber was,

Always ready for adventure

Happy tail-wag not because

His owner won, but wasn't injured.