Disclaimer: I still don't own the WWF, Kurt Angle, Stone Cold, the Olympics, Kurt's gold medals, or any lake.
Author's Note: Don't kill me, I wrote this before Kurt's heel turn.
Ode To A Wrestler 09/22/01
A wrestler was there who was almost 17 stone
Who was all-American down to the bone
He was a little short for his occupation
But he made up for it with his determination
He would go out and fight so bold and brave
Even when his chances of winning looked grave
Although he had two gold medals to his name
He wanted the belt of impeccable fame
He would give every wrestler he faced a shock
Of pain with the dreaded Ankle Lock
When everyone thought he was down and out
He came back with enough strength for another bout
Before winning the Olympics he overcame
A broken neck and shot up to fame
His medals were stolen by the Texas rattlesnake
Who then threw them to the bottom of the lake
With anger in his heart and revenge on his mind
He sought the Texan out intending to be anything but kind
He made the rattlesnake beg and cry
"Please don't kill me, I don't want to die!"
He had brown hair, blue eyes and a heart of gold
His only mortal enemy was a man who called himself Stone Cold
His outfit was always red, white, and blue
And to the WWF he would always be true