Pooem concept by Papa Poosepi.
The gloves are off now as I enter round two.
A furious oppoonent, Rocky Balboga and his mighty poo.
Beaten and battered I reach the end of the round.
Against all odds, my coight like mince, spoiled and ground.
I psych myself up to answer round three.
To much surprise, it flies passed gleefully.
Rounds four to six, are much harder to win.
So I dig in my heels and give a little grin.
Rounds fly past, as I begin to sweat.
Such a monumental task, fatigue has begun to set.
I have finally made it, last round of the night.
But suddenly, I suffer a terrible fright.
Rocky Balboga has left the best to last.
In a crushing defeat round twelve, I could not pass…