MY OLD DAD , NEVER THE BOXER!
They held a boxing tournament on board me dad's ship ,The crew were having a greet time , cheering , booing , genuinely having
fun!
A mate of me dad's asks '' Bungy*'' ,
Why aint you boxing?'', dad needed NO time too think ,
'' You've , got too be joking , mate!'' '' see that bloke on the stretcher?''
Both looked over the way , at a sailor laid out on a stretcher , covered in
Blood, his nose spread as a squashed tomato,
Two shiners , spiting out teeth , arms hanging limp , a grown sounding ,
'' well mate, HE WON!''
*A British Navy nick name for all Williams
The Dyslexic Poet Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2009-06-30 at 06:57
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