I'm a British boxer called Carl Froch. <br />When I fought George Groves I knocked off his block. <br />I got the speed and I have the endurance. <br />If you fight me you'll need some insurance. <br />You might say I sound just like Ali, <br />But I'm not Ali, I'm me, me, me. <br />They say that boxing's a game for crooks, <br />But in my case it's all right hooks. <br />I've got the strength, I've got the power, <br />So you get ready to take that final shower. <br />Watch out you sucker, for my right cross, <br />You're gonna find out who is the boss. <br />You won't find me going duckin' and diving, <br />My punching power is making me thriving. <br />Ali had his dancing feet, <br />But take ME on and you'll get beat. <br />You'll rattle with my every punch, <br />And then I'll have you for my lunch. <br />You'll all be safer when I hang up my gloves, <br />And then you can release a flock of doves.<br /><br />Paul Butters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carl-froch/
