It seem's there's nothing scarier, Than fighting in Bulgaria, It's left the entire division in despair, They're agog with utter fear, Of merely travelling to Sofia, And facing Kubrat Pulev in his lair, As both Miller and young Dillion, Lost their purse bids by a million, The choice of where to fight was torn away, When they heard the fights location, Lay within the Bulgar's nation, Inside their own borders they vowed to stay, Whyte sadly chose to scarper, Preferring to face Joseph Parker, For a pot of PPV riches thanks to Sky, And Jarrrell Miller wasn't happy, That Big Baby filled his nappy, Cause the risk of travelling there just seemed too high, Now this cursed mandatory Will pass down to Hughie Fury, That's the fella with the famous boxing cousin, If the Bulgarian's no cheater, Maybe him and father Peter, Will be the ones to set the boxing world a 'buzzin
Well that's very kind sir, thank you. High praise given Edgar Allen's output. I know this sort of thing on a boxing forum probably bugs some so apologies if anyone wishes it would stop. I just get the urge to start rhyming. Just think of it as very bad rap.
