Butterfly And The Bee Poem by Patricia Grantham

Stepped into the ring without a trace of fear
Fists held high as if to say would anyone dare
Bobbed his head up and down then looked around
No greater boxer in the world can ever be found

Pommeled his opponents then knocked them to the floor
The harder he boxed the more the crowd would roar
His opponents fought bravely and gave him all they had
Some won the prized belt and others went away sad

The bell then sounded had to take some time out
It was rung again for they had to go another bout
Winded and weary still had that smile on his face
Stepped to the left then right with a steady pace

The boxing match was soon over had to call it a TKO
Many of the fans applauded and others were ready to go
Hands held high for the winner, head bowed low by the foe
How many rounds a match can go no one will ever know




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