wen the sun is still red on the horizon
the white gulls fly away to their destination
on a green turf a thump is heard
that thunders n roars far away into the stands
the far cry the uproar n the ceremonious trumpet
the pause the stir n the menacing wrath
the dance the swing n the followthru
n it lands in the deep dungeons of the rival crew
hit it!! belt it!! the mob cries
as the " the little master" towers the angry skies
the stance the composure n the nudge down the ground
n again the killer blow rite out of the oval ground
it goes on till the dead of the nite
wen the sun is gone n the moon is bright
"the god" falters at the brink of victory
as his fight goes down as the finest in history
THE CREATOR exclaims ,"wat a character !! wat a man !!"
as the gladiator walks away to the hall of fame......
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