A poem that Muhammad Ali wrote prior to Ali Frazier II in 1971. Enjoy.
Ali comes out to meet Frazier, but Frazier starts to retreat,
If Frazier goes back an inch farther, he'll end up in a ring side seat,
Ali swings with the left, Ali swings with the right,
look at the kid carry the fight.
Frazier keeps backing, but there's not enough room,
it's a matter of time, before Ali lowers the boom,
Now Ali lands a right, what a beautiful swing,
and the punch lifts Frazier clean out of the ring.
Frazier's still rising, but the referee wears a frown,
for he can't start counting still Frazier comes down.
Now Frazier disappears from view, the crowd is getting frantic,
but our radar stations have picked him up, he is somewheres over the Atlantic.
Who would have thought when they came to the fight,
that they would have witnessed the launching of a coloured satellite.
If you feel the need to see it, here is the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbfbU3AAbXQ
