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

At night in the land of drunks and crazies
They brag about the Veits and Lacy's
Now a new champ is ready
Overcoming greed and negotions petty
Then the dragon starts slapping
And the viking starts jabbing
Then we will know who has the juice
And who among us is the biggest dece

 

Good stuff from both camps... awesome..

 

From across the pond we wondered how long negotiations could go on?
Warren made a fair call, and we had to question Palle’s balls,
Threatening a boxing jewel for all, as he flipped, flopped, and stalled.
In the end conceding, thankfully not cheating, his fighter and sport.
Let court be the Ring, fisticuffs to swing, as a victor's song will sing.
The realest moments in life,toll as the bell ding’s, under a starred night.
Man to man they stand, no excuses in hand, as fans watch in delight.
Forget about race and location of space, let heart, will, and skill
reveal the champions face.

My humble attempt at playing a long:hey IMO, the poetry's in the motion of the gloves but given the passion put forth by the Euro fans here and given my discussions with some, my two cents.

 

That was very good C Money. Keep it up.

 

Hey Dane, no hard feelings. In the end the fighters, sport, and fans are getting the opportunity for greatness. May the best man win!!
Although?? I still firmly believe that Palle is an idiot and dont care for his business practices. That was my beef and for whatever words between you and I?? I'm willing to bury the hatchet:good

 

To writers from all boxing-loving lands
You clearly have far too much time on your hands
But could you please give me the link to the google rimegenerator
So I too can sound like a poetic professor...

 

The fight of millenias came to pass.
80,000 people eagerly payed the cost.
Europes finest two, appeared with class.
A perfect gameplan, definately a must.

In the corner blue, reigning champ stood.
Hardened by battles of unheard multitude.
None knew his number, no one could.
Now was the final time, to end this feud.

In the corner red, contender champ snickered.
"I am ready for you, Calzaghe" now he thought.
A gent he was, respect in eyes they flickered.
Your time is up, tools of war has been brought.

A battle of titans, 80,000 in Cardiff viewed.
Hands of china, but knowledge beyond.
Cheering sounds and hails end in mute.
Hammer of thunder, roared across the pond.

12 rounds of onslaught cleared the dust.
Pugilistic brilliance at its very height.
Broken hands, but wills would not bust.
History here was written this Europe night.

Judges had made their telling counts.
Luckily, there was none the sinner.
Viking warrior had won champion rounds.
Thus he was claimed as the final winner.

 

Hey C Money, likewise. Debates heaten, and things that should not be said will be.

I respect your views and they way you do it. The hatchet is definately buried long ago.