Muhammad Ali's Dancing Disclaimer
The blinding speed of his fists and feet
made all his fastest foes flat-footed
as around the target of his jabs
he swirled and danced, he flew and flitted.
Today he limps, wobbles and dodders
much slower than an arthritic snail,
with astigmatic eyes he peers and squints,
much like a cross-eyed, sleepless quail.
Of his bloated ego, giant belts,
his chest-thumping, his blabber-mouthing,
they were mere media hype and hoopla,
he says, for commercial packaging.
What the fans saw wasn't what they got,
but they made him boxing's wealthiest,
"I'm among the grittiest, " he says,
"But, maybe for now, the world's greatest !"
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