‘Stop messing abaht! Hit him!’

The cry from the seats of a boxing ring,

The boxers bodies are pink from the blows,

Their hair is wet as the salty sweat flows.

The fat seconds with their broken noses,

Watch the boxers hit with well rehursed poses,

Smack-smack-pat goes a punch to the jaw,

Down falls the man onto the canvas floor.

The bell rings and they stagger to their seconds,

‘He wont get up if you hit him again, he reckons,

The boxers get rubbed down in their corners,

The crowds are quiet, quiet as morners.

Then they come out for the final round,

A smack in the face puts a man on the ground,

The other lifts his fist and punches the air,

He’s won, he’s won came cheers from the chairs.