John-wrestling harlot loved to spend what she scored
She'd grapple just for funds at ev'ry chance
All her thongs were unrefined, cheap clothin' from any old store
And she had never shown her curves nor dropped her pants

She'd pound the zany townies, malign the gawkin' louts
At some shady guys she'd chide. These crooks just scrammed
So shrewd, the stipulations shared forestalled debate each bout
And she had always thrown the men with squelching slams

Brawlers tossed t' hell and back, her fame it did astound
And no large men who clenched her stood unbruised
And there were no hands so stout they could whack and take her out
She was never known to break the rules nor lose