Frightening
Doggerel
Stormy
Weather: brontophobia
The Champ
thought Billy’s stormy fears,
Consistent
from his childhood years,
Would give
him victory. And so
He named
one fist for thunder, yo,
The other
for a lightning bolt.
So,
certain this would give a jolt
To his
opponent, he stepped in
The ring.
The fight would soon begin.
But Bill
had done some therapy
And no
more trembled fearfully
In
thunderstorms. The final word?
A
TKO—there in the third.
So thunder.
Lightning. On the mat.
And that, poor fallen Champ, was that!
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