First time we fought,
Your claim I’d caught
You off guard with a lucky punch, nobody bought.
Tho’ you got decked
You lacked repect
So I signed on to fight the rematch that you sought.

Back on the mat,
I laid you flat,
You couldn’t beat the 10-count to resume combat:
Two jabs to gut,
An uppercut,
And once again, dazed, on the canvas floor you sat.

Are you galled, the way I gloved you?
Are you galled the way your flaws I bared?
I’m appalled you say I shoved you …
In your dreams! It’s just at bottom I’ve more heart.

To my alarm,
“Third time’s a charm,”
You boasted, braying, “This time I will do him harm!”
I didn’t fear
You could come near
To that, but that, KO’ed again, you’d buy the farm.

That final meet
Was short but sweet
It took less than a round for his’try to repeat
No saving bell
Prolonged your hell
And proved you should’ve quit while you could still compete.

Are you galled, the way I gloved you?
Are you galled the way your flaws I bared?
I’m appalled you say I shoved you …
In your dreams! It’s just at bottom I’ve more heart.

Yes, you sprawled each day I gloved you.
Then you bawled “He played the match unfair!”
Tho’ you’ve called the way I gloved you
Most unseemly, it’s at bottom I’ve more heart.