Carl Froch Poem by Paul Butters

Carl Froch



I'm a British boxer called Carl Froch.
When I fought George Groves I knocked off his block.
I got the speed and I have the endurance.
If you fight me you'll need some insurance.
You might say I sound just like Ali,
But I'm not Ali, I'm me, me, me.
They say that boxing's a game for crooks,
But in my case it's all right hooks.
I've got the strength, I've got the power,
So you get ready to take that final shower.
Watch out you sucker, for my right cross,
You're gonna find out who is the boss.
You won't find me going duckin' and diving,
My punching power is making me thriving.
Ali had his dancing feet,
But take ME on and you'll get beat.
You'll rattle with my every punch,
And then I'll have you for my lunch.
You'll all be safer when I hang up my gloves,
And then you can release a flock of doves.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sport
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Paul Butters

Paul Butters

Leeds, West Yorkshire.
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