Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Dancing and prancing, “Frazer can’t hit me”
Frazer’s punch was a killer
Smoking hot in Manila
Refutes the Rope a dope prophet Ali!!
For Contest; My Favorite Sports_ Limerick
For and in honor of Royal Trrevino
Jim's boxing opponents are scary
He enters the ring very wary
Jim's light on his feet
So when glove and chin meet
He goes up in the air like a fairy.
I once boxed Mohammed Ali.
Then I knocked him out in Round Three.
I thrust out my chest
to show who was best.
Said, “Yo, now who stings like a bee?”
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Did Call Pennsylvania Dutch
When old while walking needed crutch
And in every room could see a hutch;
Bridges going over water
With walls on long border;
So did call all of them Pennsylvania Dutch.
Trump loves building borders
and boxing all of us in.
Boxing Day hip hip hooray
A day to relax and watch cricket
Aircon pumping ,44 degrees outside
Come on Aussies take a wicket!!!
Whenever he spoke it was a shout
He charged through life like a boxing bout
He took the blows and stood
He was a tree of hardwood
But soft his voice when I would doubt
My love loves to knit and crochet
And she does it all her own way
She knitted a scarf
As long as a wharf
Guess what I got on Christmas Day?
Gin wants Bin to play fun with Glen,
But Sen seeks a round bun to free the hen
Couched in the palms of Ren who blinks his brown eyes,
And all the men break the glass they have,
And walk away with a loose talk
That they never talk anything but loose talk.
I watched my TV and I laughed
The boxing was really quite daft
They kept social distance
No punch met resistance
But one caught a cold from the draught
You've got to hand it to Millie
She knows what makes men act silly!
Just ask Uncle Fred
Who took her to bed
Where she circum-sighed his willie!
The American Boxing Day
Is one where the retailers pay
For unwanted gifts
Received from spendthrifts
They can't possibly give away
My word, what a dreadful sight,
A boxer lost a prestigious fight,
His nose was a flood,
With masses of blood,
He won't be boxing tonight!
Kick boxing can be fun except for the rules
No kicks below the belt in a man's precious jewels
You may get a warning
When one ends up wailing
And cursing like a trooper with naughty looks so cruel
After Christmas comes Boxing Day
When mum carts the rubbish away
Like one of the boys
Dad plays with our toys
Day is done; what more can I say?