Fluttering with grace
the gloved fist
jabs at the slow
footed foe,
seemingly
nailed to the
Arena floor
as if it was a statue.
If this was a cartoon,
little stars or
angels would be
dancing around
the head of
the slow footed
foe, bells would
be ringing,
and the gloved fist
jabber would be
smiling, his fist
turning into an
anvil, until he
dropped it on
the slow footed
foe's head,
and that's all folks.
