They called him The Poet
A skinny little guy with glasses
He'd come into the ring with his trunks full of verse
And wham
One swift wallop of a metaphor
And you were down for the count.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Poetry Croydon Live, Summer 2000, Vol.3, Part 2)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem