The Battle

There once was a battle between two men,
they were the best at their craft or so it was said.
One man was big and stood on flat ground,
the other a little smaller, but he was up on a mound.
The man on the ground looked up and said,
“There’s no way I can miss, consider yourself dead.”
The man on the mound chuckled and laughed,
as he hurled his weapon, by the man it passed.
The man on the mound hurled another by the man’s fists,
the man on the ground began to get pissed.
The man on the mound was two moves ahead,
with just one more move he could drop the other man dead.
He hurled his weapon again, this time with a twist,
the man on the ground took a huge swing and missed.
The man on the mound began to smile with glee,
he knew he had won, as he heard a voice yell, “Strike three”