The Boxer Poem by Phil Soar
The Boxer
His corner threw the towel in
As the boxer hit the floor
His face looked like a sack of sprouts
He couldn't take much more
And so he lay there thinking
As the ref counted to ten
I'll bank the purse and have a break
And then I'll box again
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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