There once was a poster called Brockton,
who dreams that he won't be forgotten
he types while he sits,
about beating up Klits,
But the fact that he is one's the problem.
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There once was a poster called Brockton,
who dreams that he won't be forgotten
he types while he sits,
about beating up Klits,
But the fact that he is one's the problem.
thx to those who recognise impeccable ( :) ) poetry when they read it!!!
p.s.
Some read it and wept
and though they hurled hooks
they are merely inept
at writing or reading books.
There is no one like a prime Tyson around but we do have a Tyson Fury who should be ready in 2/3 years time.
2-Ton Tony is on my side---
he'll throw a left uppercut
that will split his opponent's bladder
then you'll smell the Italian cigar and wonder what's the matter!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7FjbaaIwvI
I was just trying to think of who I can see beating a Klitschko in the next 5 years earlier.
Couldn't think of anyone. Is there actually anyone who is looking likely? I can't see it.
Plus it bumps a sexy poem.
james u da man!
Tyson fury is constantly on the booze in lancaster and can't walk past a burger van. He will have problems with price let alone klitscho
In the spirit of Brockton
For my 100th post
I will take this opportunity
To reply to the host
His legendary modesty
in trunks so sublime
Enjoying a havana
Whilst composing his rhyme
A rhyme about brothers
Both from the Ukraine
The Klitschkos so bad
That they drive him insane
The Klitschkos so massive
The Klitschkos so bad
Vitali the largest
Then not so little Wlad
Who will answer the call ?
Who will not be afraid ?
They need not stand tall
they must be truly brave
They must go to the body
And pummel the ribs
For Brockton has said it
And he never fibs
And so while they are at it
Why not punch the hip bone
And whack the adams apple
To knock them off their throne
Now the brothers both lean
On opponents much shorter
So an uppercut to their throats ?
If you could then you oughta
But seriously Brockton
You always make me smile
I’m not having a pop
Though it has been a while
On every subject you post
I may not agree
And I am frequently sceptical
Of yet another conspiracy
But heavyweight boxing
Is dull with the Klitschkos
The shine has become tarnished
With the big Ukranian bros
And on the need for a saviour
I heartily agree
If only one could come forward
In which we could believe
But alas they may not be
Anywhere to be found
Quality heavyweights
Are thin on the ground
And so both bros may retire
Before a challenger steps up
They are just to damn big
For other heavys to stop
Nice poem greenbeanz.