They Call Me Little Mac
I'm a very short prizefighter and my name is Little Mac.
Don't make fun of my size or I will give you a smack.
My opponents are twice as tall as me.
When they knock me out, I soil my trunks with pee.
I have to jump every time I punch my opponents in the face.
I've never even won one fight, it's embarrassing and a disgrace.
My punches are so soft that they can't feel the punches that I throw.
They kick my ass every time, I was even knocked out by Glass Joe.
My trainer called me a squirt so I called him a blimp.
He beat me so hard that I walk with a permanent limp.
(This poem is based on my favorite NES game 'Punch-out')
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