SHE LOVE'S TO FIGHT. a short poem

[VickyCD]

SHE LOVES TO FIGHT
By VickyCD

I know this Lady, she loves to fight
Her fists are like stones that sting when they bite
Built long and lean, muscled and buff
She kikes to fight dirty and always plays rough

A bit of a psycho and morally corrupt
She'll beat you down, then beat you back up
Won't know what hit you, but you'll know you were hit
She'll kick your ass and fuck up your shit

She likes to fight slow, she don't like to race
Taking her time to bust up your face
After a while, when her fists need a break
Powerful knees and kicks take their place

She'll blacken your eyes and fattened your lip
She'll bust up your face and your blood will drip
And finally, when her fists take their toll
You fall to your knees, not quite K.O.'ed

Gently with one hand she cradles your chin
Raising it upward, she gives you a grin
Draws back the other, for one last epic smack
Laying you out, flat on your back

You lay there twitching, bloody and bruised
Eyes rolling back, dazed and confused
She dance's around you with glee and delight
Yeah I know this Lady, she loves to fight