Once there was a boxer,
And that boxer's name was Jack.
He hit his opponent on the nose,
And his opponent hit him back.
He picked himself up off the floor,
Then he pranced around a bit,
But while he floated like a butterfly,
He received another hit.
Slowly he climbed back into the ring,
With nothing hurt but pride,
Then he stood behind the ref,
In a poor attempt to hide.
The referee he stood aside,
To remind Jack of the rules,
But his opponent hut the deck,
For he had died of a natual cause.
By John Peters
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