Feather
Feather's feather weight always deceived the public,
as she once again gets into the boxing ring,
her opposing opponent prepping up and flaunting it,
with the name of tough life always the reigning king,
Round one and they dance around each other,
with Feather taking a blow to the chin,
the referee standing and counting over her,
Feather gets up after the count is 1 with tough life looking grim,
Next round Feather does an Ali and dances like a butterfly,
tough life proceeds to move in for a punch and gives her a black eye,
Feather's manager helps her to her corner to patch her eye up,
she can't see good and wants to call it quits having had enough…
But her manager says just rest awhile and recuperate,
you can't let tough life beat you up for goodness sake,
so Feather continues to this day to get into the boxing ring,
dancing around tough life and learning to reciprocate,
She'll continue doing this up into her old age,
with tough life always sneaking up hitting her square in her rib cage,
although she knows that one day she'll stay down for the count,
thats the day she'll take her last breath as they lay her in the ground.
1-29-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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