Muhammad Ali, Tribute Poem by Johnjoe o Sullivan

Jab, Jab, uppecut, Jab
As I shuffle from rope to rope
Those brave enough to fight me did not have a hope
With so much speed and power
No one could ever cope
Falling to the floor, as I rope a dope
Because I am Muhammad Ali more popular than the Pope

Born in Louisville, Kentucky
My name Cassius Clay
I change to Muhammad Ali
As I fight for the rights of the minority
Taking on Muhammad Ali
How foolish could they be

When I look in the mirror, what do I see
This beautiful man
Looking back at me
So hard to be humble when you look as good as me
Everywhere I go people stop and stare at me
Guess I would too...if I was looking at me

Foreman and Frazier thought they could beat me
But I told them
After the rumble in the jungle
And the thrilla in Manilla
I would still be king
As Foreman fumbled in the jungle
I was like a gorilla in Manilla
Frazier could not live with me
As I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
I take the world title belts back home with me

In case you didn't know it
I also happen to be
The world's greatest poet
Because I am Muhammad Ali, the greatest boxer you will ever see