Mohammed Ali - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
When he was young he was a fighter
said 'I'm the greatest of them all',
post Vietnam things did look brighter
the goons had planned to see him fall.
Four decades later he's retired,
a gentleman turned rather mellow,
conservative and much admired
the boxing league's most quoted fellow.
And when he wandered in the woods
he used to chant 'the jungle rumbles'.
Mohammed Ali had the goods,
the end? That's how the cookie crumbles.
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