A Fighter Poem by Leon Thomas Lee

His feet are faster than light
His left jab out of sight
His fists made of clay
His name i will not say
He made a lot of cash everywhere he fought
My sis said he never lost
Around 1964 he was well known
The greatest fighter of all time
You all know i'am not lying
His young brother is coming along fine
His name i will not say
A guy called Sam said he had to go
Therefore he couldn't fight anymore
Sam doesn't have a last name
Some of his friend call him another name
Some call him more, some call him ham
Some call him mint
Some say this cat walks in the alley
They brought his case to court
They said it was a joke
The whole world waited to see
What would Sam do to the greatest fighter of the century
The WBA started something to take his crown away
His feet faster than light
His left jab out of sight
His fists made of clay
His name i will not say
I would to see this guy fight
Sam and the other would reather see him out
Yes he is the greatest fighter i have ever seen
Chances are he will never get WBA title back again
To me he was a modern Robin Hood
To the rich and poor
Who is the person i write about
Well his feet are faster than light
His left jab is out of sight
His name i will not say
He is the greatest fighter of all time
You all know i'am not lying