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

43 poems from me including the 3 in the lounge. Thats like 33 more than in my whole life - thank you Decebal foremostly, but also to all that have participated - you know who you are... I do too.

 

Joe Calzaghe slaps his quarry, even though Mikkel can parry,
And each pitty-pat is weaker than the one that came before.
But he's good at excuse making; Joe will claim his hands are breaking,
When Mikkel walks through his blows and makes Calzaghe meet the floor,
When Joe's failing, fading body crashes down upon the floor -
Kessler stands for evermore.

While Joe fights with endless slapping, judges ringside lie down napping,
Dreaming gently next to score cards printed out the night before.
They sleep well with wallets growing, from Frank Warren cash is flowing,
But it turns out not to matter that they chose the final score,
When Joe exits on a stretcher not hearing the final score -
Joe will be champ, nevermore.

 

For Kessler fans:

A man with the name sloppy joe
Encountered a dangerous foe.
in under one round,
his face hit the ground,
for holding his right hand too low.

For Calzaghe fans:

There once was a Dane named Mikkel,
Who was confident at the first bell.
It didn't take long,
to know he was wrong,
Coz god damn those slaps hurt like hell!

Lymerics - the poor mans poem.

 

A man named Mikkel
Who didn't know his place
Until Calzaghe slapped his face

A one sided beatdown
Made a God a 4 belt champion

 

Calzaghe is the supernatural human ( Dream )
Kessler is the real ( The deal )
Come Nov. 4 Cardiff will cry and we will fly:good :hi: