float like a butterfly….

4 Jun

I remember how he spoke in rhyme

it suited him just fine

He’d say how he’d win, and pick out the round

and he’d be right by the inch

and right by the pound

He’d float like a butterfly

and sting like a thousand missiles fired all at once

Until Mr. Parkinson laid him low

with the vilest of tactics

a very low blow

Not at all how the Greatest

would have chosen to go

 

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