Best Boxers Poems

Lord,let my legs move,
so i can walk to the middle of the ring,
let my arms work hard
to gather many points.

Lord,let my ears hear,
so i can listen to my coach,
lt my waist bend,
to move from the punches.

Lord, let my eyes see,
so that i can look into...

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To hit hard

and not to be hit, 

boxers believe

 

each jab and hook

and straight to chance

they just can't leave.

 

Yeah, with punches,

it's better to give

than to receive!

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Dancing in my boxers till the break of dawn
So invigorating and joyful, like a lithe wee fawn
Pirouettes and pliés
Like a joyful ballet
My troubles and strife are suddenly begone...

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Dancing in my boxers till the break of dawn
So invigorating and joyful, like a lithe wee fawn
Pirouettes and pliés
Like a joyful ballet
My troubles and strife are suddenly gone...

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It's quite a dilemma
You've posed on us guys
It's one or the other
But I don't know why

I quite love them both
But for choice I am glad
I think it depends
If I'm happy or sad

The freedom of boxers
Can bring me much joy
My parts swing freely
I could pose for...

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The Greek and Roman athletes 
Wore studs of iron on each hand; 
Beating and clawing each other,
Like two tigers on the sand.

The English called it boxing first, 
To pound someone with your fist.
Mostly it was done for money
But sometimes by those just pissed.

Matches of the...

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A friendly boxer up in Green Bay
counsels townsfolk day after day
A sagacious old dog
with a website and blog
He advises: Less work and more play!...

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The FIRST round

of the fight

began evenly

matched.

But then, that look...

THAT LOOK

knocked

me

out....

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He hops around 
'Cause he can't fly, 
Tries to put on boxers 
Then he starts to cry. 

He thinks he's a human 
Instead of a meal, 
I think he walked off my table 
"Hey, what's the deal?" 

He trips and he falls 
Lands on the...

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Boxers
by M. Griswold
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Me little wee be a little a wagg’n.
Swing’n over me little a bagg’n.

It’s a flipp’n round, to and fro.
Bounce’n off me legs, don’t ya know.

It be a jounce’n from left to right.
Cause me boxers are loose, they ain’t tight.

There be to much motion...

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Send us one hundred and fifty dollars
And we'll send you a year's worth of gayly printed boxers
They will make you proud
Prancing around in a crowd
Oblivious to the stares you'll get at the doctors...

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There has never been a southpaw, 
Who has the crushing show made poor; 
Each in the ring a carnivore, 
His left hook, his wasting death jaw, 
Your swollen eyes already a law 
Before the last bout on the floor. 

A lateral body positioning 
That The...

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Some girls’ eyes were fastened on Dennis
Doing wonderful Tennis
In boxers poorly screening ,
Much to the dismay of his First Niece,
His sometimes-raging, Girlfriend Eunice,
A Christian Mother he’d rendered service
But not to Arch Enemy Elvis
With him competing in their office…

“For long have I been expecting this
From a...

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