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Prizefighting Poems - Poems about Prizefighting


Premium Member A Big Rowdy Drunk
...There once was a prizefighting cop named Mick Whose two fists flew furiously quick He saw a big rowdy drunk Whose awful breath really stunk Mick flashed his badge, then took out his nightst......

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Categories: prizefighting, drink, gender, poets, sports,
Form: Limerick
I Wouldn'T Take a Dive
...I walk with a cane, disabled is how I've been rendered. My prizefighting career is over, I cannot be a contender. Even though some crooks insisted, I wouldn't take a dive. If the police hadn't com......

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Categories: prizefighting, inspirational, career, integrity,
Form: Rhyme




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