Ballad of a Woman Boxer
by GES
A mixed match

Not long ago on a most noisy evening,
The one who is penning this was sent out dreaming.
By a very tough woman, oh how well I know,
Who traded hard punches with me blow for blow.
Her hooks and her jabs, of these there were plenty,
And for me those blows were several too many.
She boxed me and hit me with such stunning effect,
I ended on the canvas for the referee to check.

Her face was so lovely, her shape so divine,
And breasts of such form as to make a man pine.
Her tummy was flat and her hips were so right,
With legs so well turned, and her thighs a delight.
She moved with the grace of a wild jungle cat.
Whose who watched her couldn't get over that.
Her body, though sturdy, was a study in art.
To sum it all up she looked very sharp.

The lady was sweet but no one could know
How quickly she'd drop you with only one blow.
Her jab was so quick with the right close behind,
She never threw punches one at a time.
Her body blows hurt, her head punches stung,
She was one hard hitting son of a gun.
To box her you must be on top of your game,
Or she'd chill you so quick you'd never be the same.

Her time at the gym was always well spent.
The training was hard, her mind of one bent.
The big bag she punched with all of her might,
And sparring with the boys, she made quite a fight.
Her roadwork, so sweaty, would never be slow,
Then back to the gym and to the speedbag she'd go.
She loved so to train and did it quite well.
To be a great champ they all wished her well.

I didn't know this so I thought it great fun,
To whistle and harrass her when out on a run.
She challenged me quick so I could only reply,
"You set the date and on my presence rely."
The night soon arrived and with spirits high,
I went to that place where I'd make her cry.
I put on my gear, my corner men smiling,
Their job tonight would not be too trying.

Round one when it opened, I thought this a trifle.
But at her first jab, I said, "That's a rifle!"
My nose she made tender, my mouth she reshaped,
The swelling so great it affected my weight.
She banged on my face with a terrific left lead,
My nose took such punishment it started to bleed.
Her punches so hard they were making me dizzy,
At the end of round one I was in a big tizzy.

My corner men worked to get me all ready 
In hopes that round two would find me more steady.
But more of the same it all came my way,
On the course of the fight I had little to say.
My ribs they were hurting, to breathe I could not,
And my guts were all tied in a large tangled knot.
My eyes she did blacken, my teeth soon came loose, 
In just a short while she would cook my goose.

Her jab, so quick, it slipped through my guard,
And finding my chin, its impact was hard.
Her right hand landed like a hammer from Thor,
I blinked my eyes and she hit me once more.
On the canvas I landed so a count I must take,
This female was a boxer and certainly no fake.
The ref got to nine as I reached my two feet,
I didn't have much left, I was just about beat.

The lady came on, there was naught I could do.
A few more of her punches and I knew I was through.
Another big combo and out went my light,
I landed flat on my back and that was the fight.
The count went to ten, I was barely awake.
Then the wrist of that lady the referee did take,
Declared winner by knockout, she had taken me by storm,
And my corner man touched me to see if I was warm.

They carried me out, I needed that help.
Aches, pains, and injury is all that I felt.
On a table they put me to get well if I could.
I barely could move, like I was made out of wood.
I lay there thinking of what had transpired,
The victrix had finished me and I almost expired.
A slow recovery gave me time to reflect.
The lady's a winner, she had earned my respect.