.6. Busted Black Belt Poem by David Threadgold

I’ve fought with Indian tigers
Once a camel minus hump
It should have had a big one
But it only had a bump

The day I tackled eagles
Not one of them would fight
They gave in far too easily
And everyone took flight

Giraffes were fairly tricky
Having necks so very long
For years I made their heads all droop
When my last folds all went wrong

I once fought off a kitten
Little whiskers one big twist
He unfolded like a carving knife
And nearly slashed my wrist

Having fought in national finals
Facing challengers you must
Until the day I lost it all
When my paper black belt bust


© 2008 David Threadgold
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