Monday, December 12, 2011

Fables For Little Folk - Robert E. Howard

He was six foot four and wide as a door
And he weighed two hundred pounds
And he laughed as he spoke, "I’ll cool that bloke.
I’ll flatten him in two rounds."
Ah, the crowd they cheered, but the crowd they jeered
When his foeman stepped in the ring;
They hissed and jowled and the giant scowled
And rushed with a round-house swing.
Yes, he came full tilt but the beans were spilt
For the smaller man timed him fair
And knocked him out with a left hand clout
And the crowd gave him the air.
So the moral is this: make your foeman miss
And never lead with your right,
But the first that you’re to do is be sure
That it’s not Jack Dempsey you fight.


4.5 out of 5

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