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')