Bare Hand Bear Lands Blow Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Barehanded bear lands blow upon black snout
And knocks out adversary with one blow,
Right hand awaits while left waves to and fro,
Eye contact, jab, and then a swift knock-out.
Handle with care who fortune's roundabout
Attempts to do dare, as vengeance is not slow,
Nor can one ursine cub that needs to grow
Defend himself against an onslaught, flout
Beararm tactics, skilled without a doubt,
Extremely able, tabled fast, and, so,
All should be wary when they're challenged, know
Rapid counter-moves or lose their bout.
LANDS lost and mating chance hang on game's choice,
BLOW hot and cold. Blow stills opponent's voice.

(11 January 2013)