Graeme Daulby Poet Blank verse

The Knockout

He stood in his corner, waiting to start, 
I was going to make this a work of art,  
He swung a punch, and I blocked it well,  
Then I punched him, with the force of hell!  

At the end of the round, we both sat down,  
He was worn, and starting to drown,  
As we began again, I acted fast,  
Punching him hard as cannon would blast,  

I broke his nose, and kept on fighting,  
This sport was good, I found it exciting,  
I was doing OK, and a then disaster struck,  
He got a great punch, and I fell like a dead duck  

I stayed on the ground, trying to move,  
But I had lost my boxing groove,  
He beat me on a straight knockout,  
That’s what boxing is all about

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Zzzzz Zzzzz July 6, 2011 at 4:25 AM Interesting write. That can be what life is about, too. We think we are winning when, oops, one careless mistake sees us suffer a knockout! Still, we live to fight again.