The fake is the heart of sports.
Legs and arms go one way then the other.
In boxing jab and hook.
Watch out for perfect timing.
Counter with an uppercut.
That’s boxing of course
but in the loopy event
you’d be benched on the spot.
And the team would never forgive you
if the game were lost.
I remember once you zigged
when you should have zagged.
You were buried in a pile of helmets.
Too bad you hadn’t gone fishing
instead of grubbing around.
Let’s face it. You’re uncoordinated.
Stick to scribbling and using your head.
Now attempt to write free verse.
Will somebody drop dead!