Down for the Count

metaphor with love and a prize fight

 

Down For the Count

Knew this was gonna be, a tough fight from the start,

the stakes were high, it would cost me my heart,

I trained most diligently, day after day,

blood sweat and tears, prepare for the fray,

took many body punches, right in my gut,

and when I bent over, got a kick in the butt,

you gouged my eyes, took a jab to the neck,

there is no prize money, ain't getting no check,

went down for a 6-count, early in the fight,

first to my knees, then stand upright,

the referee looked me, square in the eye,

you a man or a boy, wipe those tears fancy guy,

so I got back in, and tried it some more,

once again I went down not needing anymore,

but I was an idiot, thought I was tough,

flexed my muscles, thought I looked real buff,

the words were angry, the looks were real mean,

we clenched in the middle, but we finally broke clean,

I tried for a kiss , a hug, and a smile,

told me to hush, needing more than a smile,

one more time, I put my jaw in the way,

took a hard right, thats the end of my day,

down on all-fours, I was ready to mount,

this fight was over, I was down for the count.

Gomer LePoet....

Reviews

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This is amazing! I really enjoyed this one
I like the set up and rhyme scheme
Such a sooth flow as well.
I like this.