The mad swish of the tail
The silent lighting upon the head
Those without a coat of maille
Shrivel up from being bled
Been known to make a grown steed stampede
Running amock through titi and bramble
Mad as a she Coon treed
A once well-ordered stroll all a shamble.
Today upon Facebook, again I did not make myself clear and again this friend lambasted me, calling it rude. I am not sure sometimes where this fellow is coming from, in that he does not get my underhanded humor, which to him seems rude.
I went on to write to Melissa of calling what I do Kayfabe(pronounced Kerferb), a professional wrestling term seen as a suspension of disbelief to create in wrestling feuds, angles and gimmicks, in a manner similiar to other forms of fictional entertainment.
A wrestler breaking Kayfabe during a show would be likened to an actor breaking character on camera. And, since wrestling is performed in front of a live audience, whose interaction with the show is crucial to the show's success, one may compare kayfabe to the fourth wall, since there is hardly any conventional fourth wall to begin with.
Thus, you have the wrestling fan who cannot see this and actually believes that what he is seeing is real. I had a friend like that, Paul Christie, who got into the ring with a wrestler and got his leg broken. That break was real, though the wrestling was fake.
So I suppose, instead of John Clare, I should call myself John Flair, patterning myself after the Nature Boy, Ric Flair of wrestling fame.
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