~~~The ESB Calzaghe v. Kessler POETRY PICTORIAL~~~

Awesome, truely awesome, Decebal Skjald of Kessler.

 

I having been working on an epic poem for the last few years. Now is not the time though.

 

From birth to demise,
One Viking shall rise,
while the king truely dies
To me - no surprise.

 

Here's something a little more low brow I wrote in tribute to the fight, also keep in mind this has no particular form or structure.

Danish Boxing Day


After the wrangling and haggling it was set for November,
Kessler, Calzaghe a fight to remember.
the moment draws closer, until it's finally upon us.
No more wondering or waiting,
an answer's the onus.

The Dane prepares in his corner, the atmosphere thick,
as Deram gives the final polish to Mikkels' dick.
As the bell for the first round sounds in Kesslers' head,
it still seems to be ringing as reindeer fly across the window,
while he stirs in a hospital bed.

"Why is it Christmas? Did I win the fight?!"
"Will I be showered with gifts this Danes Christmas night?"
Footsteps sound, he thinks, "Jolly St Nick has brought me a gift in his sack!"
He takes the gift, but Doctor Blocky flexes his abs and takes his thermometer back,
"Did I win? Is my fellow Dane proud? Can I shout of my victory, say it aloud?"

I'm afraid you're not well my Danish friend,
you're lucky they stopped it, it was almost your end.
I'm afraid you're a pom now so don't raid the larder,
since all Denmark agrees... Calzaghe's your father.
​

 

Joe isn't retired yet, it can't be a true epic poem until then.

 

Had to put in something pro Calzaghe, it was already two zip :yep

 

I am excessively amused by this post.

 

I'd like some Danish feedback, i'm guessing they're still mulling it over :think