From A Neutrals Corner Poem by Mark Heathcote

…Hang up your gloves.
Those dark olive bruises.
Hanging around like
Wild garlic in a necklace
…Hang up your gloves.
Pick up a spade and garden.
See your onions grow-
Kid, instead of the rounds,
Blow by blow…

You've won. Won, your share
(There's no one to compare)
'Here have a red Comice
A Christmas pear
It'll help' sitting in a
-Neutral corner,
Wondering who is?
Going to promote, yah!
You're getting, old son.
Retire to the greenhouse.
Or play on the beach!
(Remember …sweet success…)
And keep your head
Out of arms reach

…Hang up your gloves.
Expand your horizons
But don't parry on a barstool,
With the man on the street,
Take to the offense kid.
And ground your feet:
Find yourself a lovely girl
To love unanimous
And commit. Commit I tell, yeah!
And take her to a'
Mandatory eight-count,
Not with a faint glove mind you.
But with a sucker of a punch kiss…