The Fighter Kid
O! Time , time please
Slow down your pace
If you are very pleased.
Grand pa , cradles ,
Fist full of nothing
are left behind gaps.
I don't know when
You put down me
From my mother's lap.
Dear I was too small
to carry on my fights
against unknown mad.
But I was not coward
So I fought many fights
on their funny grounds.
You can hardly believe
Fighter kid named on air
Who won all fights there.
My mom , grant pa or ma,
Never dared to win over me
Felt proudy, defeat before me.
Dad who fought bravely and
Balanced score fifty-fifty but
Rascals cousins not accept defeat.
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