'The Fighter' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
'The Fighter'
‘The Fighter'
I was the fighter
I fought and beat the best
They chose the wheels
I was left with no choice
We looked at each other
A few feet apart
Raced towards our goal
The chicken fell off
Couldn't stand the pace
I beat them with miles to spare
I was the first one there
I got to the tills first
I'll get the chicken tomorrow
It'll be trolley's again at dawn
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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