The Boxer's Title

A boxer fights with his two fists He never bends his wrists, He throws out his punches fast and hard Until his opponent is jarred. He uses his legs to move and dance Sometimes around the ring to prance, But, he never grabs or ever kicks And he never ever fights with sticks. A boxer never pushes or tosses Instead he throws uppercuts, hooks and crosses, He never wrestles his opponent on the ground Victory there for him, is never found. A boxers takes punches as well His conditioning and training will always tell, He has received cuts, and bruises and a bloody nose But, he has always rose. A boxer always stands upright A boxer is always prepared to fight, He uses his ability and he also his brain Over his moves and judgements only he will reign. A boxer sweats and he also bleeds His victories and his accomplishments are his deeds, The title boxer isn't inherited, it is learned The boxers title, it is truly earned. Randy L. McClave