Our Boxer

Our boxer again answered the bell Prepared again to enter Hell, With the mouthpiece once again in place With the vasoline applied on the face. Our boxer dances, slides and walks As the opponent also stalks, Then comes the openings and the hunches Both boxers throws their punches. A left and a right and a then a quick hook Just like in the boxing play book, One boxer is hit with a quick upercut Then they land firmly upon their butt. But, quickly the boxer rises to their feet Their opponent they know they will defeat, Then at the count of 6 the boxer is ready Calm, secure and the breathing is steady. Punches are thrown and shots are blocked With a straight right the opponent is rocked, Our boxer is now on the offense The months of hard training is no pretense. Our boxer ran, jumped roped and trained Worked the mitts and bags, and sparred, skill gained, Our boxer tags their opponent with a left and right While slipping punches to their own delight. To us we see two gladiators at war But, unto the boxers, they have done this before, This is what they are trained and prepared to do As stand, the boxer's two. The final bell has finally sounded To the next fight, the next night our boxer is bounded, Though our boxer has boobs and not a dick; She is, one tough chick Randy L. McClave