The Moya View

The Boxer


His arms were too short to box with God,

so God sent him down for more sparring.


He boxed the devil over and over and over,

the Father, Son, Holy Spirit doing the scoring.


When he beat the devil every round,

he tried again to punch the Lord.


His arm were still too short to reach His chin,

though this time he lasted about a round.


God sent him down again to box the sin of man,

Jesus needing a break from all that jive.


When he broke even he died and went to heaven,

spoiling for a rematch with the holy Lord.


At the pearly gates he landed a blow on Jesus’ chin

knocking a tooth out to a thousand clouds.


Jesus picked himself up from the canvas of heaven.

He smiled at him.  “Good fight”, he said.





One response to “The Boxer”

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    Caroline Shank

    The second to last line in this fine poem is excellent. Brilliant!

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