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On the Death of Mohammed Ali, Three Clerihews

The man was a legend. So farewell, Cassius Clay, Ali You knocked out a bit of poetry That butterfly one sure packed a sting And well done on the boxing thing Mohammed, man, you’re counted out You gave the boxing thing a shout Wrote rhyme to make a grown man cry And dodged the draft like a butterfly Ali, you’ve packed your final punch Man, you took boxing out to lunch Men say that you are God today Who made Mohammed out of Clay © Gail Foster

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Jan Allison

Date: 6/4/2016 5:56:00 AM

Lovely tribute Gail:-) hugs Jan xx

Gail Foster
Date: 6/7/2016 8:29:00 AM

And a warm hug back to you, friend x

Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 6/4/2016 3:17:00 AM

Ideed he was a legend and your poem expressses deep feelings of admiration. Congrat. I remember his position against war. I remember some Key matches: with Frazer,Foreman and with himself, last time.

Gail Foster
Date: 6/7/2016 8:28:00 AM

Thank you. I didn't know enough about this man when he was alive. I almost didn't write this, as I didn't want to be disrespectful in anyway. All the best to you.