Yoda Balboa

Yo, strength flows from lethal fists, these Coz, am I not, the dark-sided Casanova? Anger, fear, and pain to they Who respect me not one iota. Yet for my first fight, see I not, The force of that USA flagged toga. He, yes, knocked this goon about Almost sending me into a coma. Yo doc, called I, it hurts so bad, But it not where it’s suppoda. Yeah, me it is, don’t you know Doc? Me, is it not, Yoda Balboa. Yo Adrienne, doc said me, To imbibe, yes, a gallon of soda. And used force, did I on the poor doc, So as not to pay what I owe’da. The pain subside, did it, yes After gulping gallons, three, of cola. Never again do I ever fight Until part II, of Yoda Balboa. For To Yoda, an Ode contest