PUGILISM TO POETRY
The sun shone bright upon my eyes
It was a beautiful day to behold,
As the guy across the ring
With a stare at me was trying to be bold.
His mates in the dressing room
Had told me he was tough,
And he was going to knock me out
In two rounds and things would be rough.
I took no notice of this nonsense talk
I had heard it so many times before,
As the referee called us to the centre
Of the ring, I knew there was a cure.
He was a good boxer and caught me
Once or twice with left's and right's,
The bell ended for round one
I sat in my corner sweating blue lights.
The bell went for round two
And he was using his left jab well,
But I had sussed him out by now
As I hit him with my right, he fell.
Out cold he went to the canvas
I had hit him with my favourite punch,
Right on the button as he dropped his guard
Down he went like a sack of spuds, crunch.
I got a bit worried I thought that he was dead
So they took him to the hospital and kept him in bed,
They said he had a possible blood clot on the brain
And they had to do some tests that's all they said.
Fortunately he recovered I thanked the lord above
I took my boxing gloves and threw them in the bin,
On the way home that night I wept like never before
I know it could have been me, but he had a baby of only four.
I prefer POETRY now, what more can I SAY!!
EX WELTERWEIGHT CHAMPION
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