Intensive Training in Early Morn Determined to win Both have sworn To fight like warriors to the bitter end ALL belts to be won and to defend The Blood of Vikings Long gone and past against Elymians Trojans sicilian's last The outcome is like the rolls of dice Differing Opinions that stir and entice The days near to this Collossal endeavour When These fistic warrior get together
An old man from Wales with no teeth in he's mouth rememberd some old tales from when he was young A man arrived but not alone he coulden't say how many but they were second to none they would spend all there pennys becourse they had a quest to fight the scary dragon and show who's the best it showed up to be italian Thats how he lost his teeth no more fire from his side up all he can do is to smoke some wheet as long as he does it outside the pub (Well I'm a bricklayer so bare with me)
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Hello Boxing fans. Is this the most odd boxing thread ever created?` Anyway, here is my attempt to make it so. Herald the WBO SMW champ Joey Calzaghe He is entering the ring with hit-man Kessler the viking In the heat of the fight while Joey is slapping Kessler is jabbing Kessler brings straight rights that can be drawn along a line creating shiver in Calzaghes spine Calzaghe brings ***** slapping making Kesslers chin look like a red-thing Come round seven the audience is close to heaven Suddenly the Kess fans are brought to mental orgasms because Calzaghe is hit so hard he only feels from-waist-down spasms The knock-down was surely quick so much so Joey is now epileptic Kessler is the new master of the ring leaving Calzaghe the new Stephen Hawking without the Cambridge bling bling
Rumble in the Jungle The Old Wolf, long of tooth, red in claw, Master of Grounds, inspiring terror and awe Amongst creatures great, lowly and famed, His will to win, recently rather more tamed Prepared to retire, his bones now to rest, Never again a strong foe further to test. I've done my time, done my bit, done my all!, Hed say to himself in the hours most small, Contented hed lie in the warm glow of folly His minds eye was painting as pure peerless glory. Till his ears could no longer shut-out the lip: Old Wolf, Calzaghe, youre beginning to slip! ........................................................... With broken paws, what more can you gain? Natural law seeking out to halt your pain. What will you do, when predator turns to prey. Money counts, but legacy has the final say. You'd fought many a battle to show the might. Yet trodding quicksand in a land of blight. No, Old Wolf lick your paws, accept your fate. New beast roam the jungle, you took the bait. In the end you might ask, "Could i've done more?" "Yes, you could, but never did you bore." Old Wolf, your final song in time is written. Give the paws a rest, else they will be bitten. So did the animals speak, so did they spite him, Pushing him over, boarding his patience to the brim. No way to hide from their beration, no where to run, His lonely life now empty of every little bit of fun, No where to run his conscience upon a greener meadow, His joyless breast to all past good and proud - a widdow. Thus drunk with 'passioned hatred at himself and all, One night, the forest and the starlit sky - all heard his yawl, As he proclaimed that he would never rest Until he proved himself again to be the best, The greatest still, despite his age and lengthy service, Despite his present ease and confort, wild and tameless. ............................................................................ This content is protected This content is protected This content is protected This content is protected This content is protected