Restless Happiness of the First
Each time he emerged the best,
Puffed up his hairy chest,
And loudly slapped his breast,
His announced triumph a bantam’s crest,
The next man permitting no rest …
Now in the East, soon storming the West,
The-from-Northern-Hong-Kong,
Dead sure that he is King Kong:
A styling as itinerant guest,
And a triggered-by-victory zest.
But anyone can his title belt wrest,
And cause give him to try a long rest,
Unless one doesn’t as much thirst
For restless happiness of The First.
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