Knocked Out a Poem

I train my body, every second day rest of the time, stretch my mind Pumping iron, playing heavy metal adds more weight, depth to rhyme Hitting a punchbag, lets off steam jabbing hard, tightly packed foam Burning calories, fires up my brain honed thoughts, will create a poem Imagination stirs, no holds barred muse unlocking, finding portal key Tonight sky’s the limit, ready to roll brain has other ideas, I fall asleep. By David Kavanagh