He stung him like a bee
Great Muhammad Ali
Chuvalo on the go
Was his damn greatest foe
A tough match like none other
Black boxer on white fighter
Brutal punches to his face
Ended up in no disgrace
The butterfly boxer
Versus lion tamer
Punch punch punch
Ouch ouch ouch
Went down to the wire
The fight wasn't dire
Ali had met his match
Canada's finest catch
I did not see the fight. My first was in 1975 Ramble in the jungle. May the best man win every time. It is never about colour in competition. Give all people a fair chance and the whole nation will succeed. America is a lot like that but of late there is a sublimal urge to look at a persons race. Very detrimental. I am posting " The colour of my skin" Poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant, Richard! I remember listening to Ali on the radio before one of the fights with George. He, Ali, was in Vancouver and on a panel with 'Canada's Greatest Athlete' (Gene Kiniski) . No question that Chuvalo was a great fighter, and I know he communicated that to " I am the greatest." I will never shake the 'washerwoman' image. I hope all is well with Mr. Chuvalo. I hope you sent him this poem. It goes to myfavourites.