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Thunder, then lightning
Off, gone like a gusty breeze
Returns, thwack, counting
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Mongoose of our time
Slower, smarter, and vibrant still
Father Time's latest loss
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Relentless desire
Polish pig iron with gloves
Exemplary will
Any pugilistic poets out there?
Im not very good at stuff like that. I like yours tho.
Audrey ;D
In Sydney it was gold
As a pro he was told
His rise to the top was assured
But he didn’t like the fight
It just never was his night
As his ticker was irreversibly flawed
Niiiiiiice!Quote:
Originally Posted by Memphis
Shiny and bold
His left right was cold
His first big win was over Jermain something?
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Victory came when his key penetrated Lockett
No money in his pockets due to drink and tatt's
His last option was to fight that old twat
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The toothless git made him look like a tit
Hit with a head then with a right every shot was thrown with spite
He lost the fight and the lime light
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Time has past but his drunken looks still lasts ;D
Who is it?
From the Monongahela valleyQuote:
Originally Posted by mattboxingfan
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalachia
The story's always the same
Seven hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world's changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name
In Youngstown
In Youngstown
Alright don't rub it in! ;DQuote:
Originally Posted by marbleheadmauiFrom the Monongahela valleyQuote:
Originally Posted by mattboxingfan
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalachia
The story's always the same
Seven hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world's changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name
In Youngstown
In Youngstown
Any chance I get to quote Springstgeen I'm gonna take. Those were excellent by the way!Quote:
Originally Posted by mattboxingfanAlright don't rub it in! ;DQuote:
Originally Posted by marbleheadmauiFrom the Monongahela valleyQuote:
Originally Posted by mattboxingfan
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalachia
The story's always the same
Seven hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world's changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name
In Youngstown
In Youngstown
Duran why did you quit?
Tyson why did you bit?
Holyfield why don’t you quit?
Floyd why do you talk so much S**t?
Shane who is that chick?
Tarver where is the trick?
Audley who could you lick?
Floyd why are you such a D**K?