The Fight of a Lifetime
It would be fifteen rounds against the longtime champ,
But I was an upcomer, ready to make my stamp.
With an undefeated record, he was well renowned.
I was in good shape, with low weight, hoping to be crowned.
In the first round, I came out fast, full of fire and fury.
Throwing lefts and rights, my opponent I would bury.
He didn’t seem so great, not much of a force at all,
Yet, as hard I hit that guy, I could not make him fall.
In round 3, he landed an upper cut to my gut.
I was badly reeling, while he still remained uncut.
In round 4, he hammered me with a hook to the head.
Some reporters in the stands wondered if I was dead.
It looked like it was over, after he knocked me flat.
Just before the bell rang, I staggered up off the mat.
Dazed and confused, I continued to attempt my best.
This guy was relentless, as he put me to the test.
I was getting tired and decided to fight him smart.
I chose my punches more carefully than at the start.
At the end of the fourteenth round, I was still standing,
But I was a mess, from the beating he was handing.
Next round, I asked, nearly falling, without being hit,
Could I fend off blows, win points, would the judges permit?
No sir, I was knocked out cold, couldn’t be reheated,
And once again, Father Time remained undefeated.
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David Crandall
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