The Clay Box Poem by Jerry Pike

Circle in a square he said, peg into a hole
box within a ring, from 12, fighting for your goal,
mouth your style in verse and sing, weave away your dream,
knock ‘em down’s a stick ‘em up, easy pickin’s, clean.
Rome Olympics sixty, you’re, eighteen with a bull,
wore his medal two days straight, proud as punch, no pull,
Sting your way through butterflies, Clay beneath your feet,
Sonny Liston fell for you, gave your first big treat.
Held that belt, a heavy weight, one at twenty two,
did them proud, the USA, showed the world your hue.
Swapped your soul religiously, ruled the world to box,
Danced, Muhammad Ali Danced, mouth and fist and socks.