The Corner

Twelve rounds of excitement Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment The bell rang... Both fighters were wild Two rough hands still mild The bell rang again -- end of first round. Second round... Gaiting horses, eluding kicks and punches Baiting bodies, protruding hunches Third round... Fighters in merry-go-round Hide and seek on square ground Fourth round... Faces smearing, eyes rolling Bodies perspiring, allies chanting Fifth round... Feet hovering, foot work disintegrated Temperature rising, hard punches connected Sixth round... Audience clapping; boxers hitting Attacks jabbing, gloves slugging Seventh round... Whacking arm follows, gloves batting Ulnar bone gallows, heads swatting Eighth round... The champ fighter grinning, nailing one hard scour Second fighter fainting, flailing above the litted floor Ninth round... Stronger fighter grinning again with right hook Left hook thrashing, down the second fighter of blind look Tenth round... Challenger flogging, kept on rising Challenger pelting, the champ fell on floor gasping Eleventh round... Both warriors pummeling, whipping, jostling Switching, clubbing, lashing, drubbing Both fighters fell on adulated white floor Before the ninth count both warriors stood tall on wrestled floor Twelfth round... Last two minutes of peppering round Both fighters staggering until the challenger dropped first and gaunts. Champ still standing, waiting for the ten counts... Last twenty five seconds of the final round, First fallen fighter with a bigger heart stands Champ dropped on his knees -- Laid flat on aproned, famed canvass Ten counts numbered as confetti lands... The winner and challenger standing in the corner, beaten and bruised Bleeding profusely after winning a dream never cruised.