The Web Poetry Corner - Stephan Hovell - Worlds Your Oyster
Worlds Your Oyster
by
Stephan Hovell
He is a boxer,he can fight,he is a womaniser,out all night. He can deliver a punch of harm,turn up at a party,babe on each arm. He has the ring smarts all down pat,all the girls know him,that`s just that. He`s fought for prizes,he`s won a title,to be seen with him somehow seems vital. He trains hard,he can flex a muscle,the screaming girls are causing a bustle. He`s not happy though,truth be known,sure it`s great to sit on that throne. He wants more,than a medal or belt,he seeks the type,that won`t melt. He knows his time,must end in the ring,a woman to love would be the thing.