The boxer

Ass over tea kettle
He falls and he falls.
Ass over backward
He flops and he sprawls.

But he rises again to continue the fight
Jab, jab, uppercut – left, left, right.

A dervish of whirling,
He swings and he swings.
A twirl of a skirmish,
He darts and he zings.

But try as he may to do what he might,
Pow! To his jaw. Out go the lights.

A sack of potatoes.
He drops to the ground.
A sack full of sorrow,
He’s lost, he stays down.