A series of quality Haiku maintaining a strict 5-7-5 format. Please contribute. Deontay crying Claims Fury dented his head It just isn't true Wilder grows anxious He knows that his can crushing Is nearly over Marcellos lying Little parasite brother Talks out of his ass Deontay Twerking Is not funny in the least It looks to be gay Excuses mounting Transformer suit bad enough Loaded gloves just sad Was not me in there I could tell you a few things I am not ready Need more than right hand If only I had listened Should have learned foot work Should have fought Joshua Lost big opportunity One hundred million Fury was too tough I thought that he was finished Cherry pick gone wrong Had a good fraud train Recently it went off track TO THIS DAY I cry Thought I was a king The crown was taken away I am a dosser
Do you mean Japanese literature? I am channeling my inner Samurai to immortalize the big dosser in verse.
The costume weighed a ton it wasn’t the real Deontay that night Speak it believe it receive it I asked “Why you stop the fight?” Something about the ear but couldn’t hear what he said Now the autopsy show blunt objects dented my head I’ll be looking for the gypsies in Nando’s UK But until then I’ll be twerking all day you can call me Beyonce
A walk on the Wilder side by,T Sticky I came to fight To defend my crown My legs were tired From that suit weighing me down I can’t understand what my corner said Is it because of this dent in my head? Now I sit home watching porn and jerking When I suddenly realized I should be twerking If I had a baby would no one care? Or would they say that’s our king giving birth over there!! So as I plot my next move to get even If I get stopped again I’m still blaming Breland.
My name is deontay last name Wilder, I came into the ring with a suit from waganda It weighed 70 lbs, it let me down I cut one of my ears in one of the rounds Tyson was strong like an ox Who am I to judge? I can't box Something wasn't right it was not my night Fury with the kronk team made me full of fright. I spend my days twerking instead of working, On fundamental s my head is dented I received knowledge before but didn't apply it Let's wait for the rematch, windmills I'll try it!!!
Poetry not really my bag. I've attempted a Haiku with a little AAB rhyme scheme thrown in. I’d beat peak Tyson Without my 40 lb costume I'm the baddest man. Fury’s no warrior. Bomb squad's superior The war's just begun. Joshua’s robotic My style leaves him quixotic These windmills don’t tilt. I retired A-Force Beat the greats like Duhaupas And that internet troll.
