Did you see that?
What boss?
The way he drops his right
when he throws a left.
The next time he does, ping him.
Okay boss.
Now go in hard, bustle him,
and wait for the opening, alright?
I will boss.
How do you feel?
Great boss.
Good, nearly time.
Go get him tiger!
I'll get him boss.
The boys met mid-ring and touched gloves.
Fight!
The referee ordered.
He saw the left coming and the right drop,
just as his trainer said it would.
He threw a punch like a snake striking,
and felt his glove smash into his opponents jaw.
The boy crumple and didn't move.
'Back to your corner' the ref said.
I did alright, didn't I boss?
You did alright, kid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well dramatized... Though in the given case I'm not useful like a judge...10... Tsira