A Girl Can Clout Poem by Mark Curtis

Can women really fight?
Or do they dream they think they might?

If all you need is to be brave,
i know she’d fight into the grave.

You say her punch will hold no power,
and that she’d fade, just like a flower.

You’ll change your tune with every bunch,
your jaw will ache from every punch.

Has to train with alpha-males,
whose brains are often in their tails.

Endure all comments, some are rough,
no wonder that, these girls are tough.

Have to travel, more than most,
to find a fight, a welcome host.

It’s for the love, not for the pay,
because they’re back at work next day.

Consider what next words may bring,
you might just end up in the ring,

And when she calmly knocks you out,
you’ll know first hand, a girl can clout.


copyright 2009 Mark Curtis