Boxers Of Westwood

Decades ago my brother and I trained to fight Now coaching younger Boxers is our delight, Jumping jacks and push-ups they now do every night Then in the ring they are taught to lead with a left or a right. We teach as in life that a Boxer never quits So, on the bags for rounds they firmly throw their hits, They are disciplined and trained, so not to have angry fits Especially when they work out, or work upon the punch mitts. Derrick and Trey and Austin are always there to train Along with Stephen, Jennifer and Blake who never complain, But, sometimes Ian must whine about the pain While old man Hanshaw, sits as a king who does reign. Brian tells the Boxers what exercises that they must do While screaming one more round, and they'll be through, This type of training or promising is not really new Decades ago, my brother and I was trained the same way too. Some day soon these Boxers will all step into the ring We will then tell them to go out and do their thing, But, do not hold up your elbows like a chicken wing Then they'll be ready each round when the bell does ding. We know what we can, and also not what we could With gladiators we once all have proudly and gallantly stood, We might not be the best, but we are better than good We are the coaches and the fighters, of old Westwood. Randy L. McClave