The Pugilist’s Rhyme
Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 2:34 am
Took he a decision rash
And spoke words harsh
On how his opponent would be bashed
Never expecting to be thrashed
Until he was lashed
His jaws were smashed
The eyes saw a flash
And down he crashed
Pride became trash
With hopes for cash dashed
And spoke words harsh
On how his opponent would be bashed
Never expecting to be thrashed
Until he was lashed
His jaws were smashed
The eyes saw a flash
And down he crashed
Pride became trash
With hopes for cash dashed