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Are You Ready: Life of A UFC Fighter
Written by melysah

Early to rise I begin my day.

I want to win, so I must pay.

Much food to consume,

not even hungry my body's immune.

Nice and full now off to the gym

running through my mind win, win, win!

Training hard and breaking a sweat

for this life I have no regret.

Jiu-Jitsu, Somba, Wresting, and Muay Thai

my moves will make you fly.

Punch, kick,

Or will you submit,

Round one, two, or three?

All I know is I will beat thee.

Through all the suffering and pain

only the best will remain.

So, I train hard and eat good

like I know I should.

Ready to go I weigh in.

Soon the war will begin.

I walk down the hall and into the crowd.

Oh how I love the sound so loud.

People screaming my name

I don't fight for fame.

I just want to knock you out

You'll never make it in this bout.

One final chance to run away.

I plan to make you pay.

The ref asks, "Any last questions guys?"

"Are you ready to die?"

"Bring it on!"

Let's start the fun!

Looking from arcoss the ring into your eyes,

I see your fear don't lie.

I hold the belt because I am the best

in combat. I'll test

you to your limit.

You can't be the champ so just forget it!

Talking all that trash before.

Hope your ready for a war.

Saying you'd ground and pound

You won't get me in a take down!

With the start rings the bell,

your a UFC fighter. Welcome to hell.

Right jab to your face and a kick to the head,

your almost dead.

I get you down and lock in an arm bar

To win I don't have far.

Tap out now or the arm will break.

The pain so bad you can't take

it anymore.

With a tap victory!

Now you see what it takes to fight professionally.

Maybe next time you'll beat me?

I doubt it but we'll see.


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Dirt: Four Letter Word of a Homemaker
Written by melysah

From across the room I spot you there.

Not invited should you care.

Staring back with no emotion

a sudden wave of notion.

Grab a rag and wipe away

dirt be gone I say!

Clinging to life from the rag

oh why must you nag?

In final victory I wash you out

water and soap will assist this bout.

Round and round twist and turn

toss in the dryer to burn.

Success,

I have won the battle for now on you mess!

Until tomorrow when you creep in again

Will this fight ever end?

Wipe, wash, dry, and fold

Don't came back and do as your told!

Day after day

I win the war with no delay!

Causing me so much greif

All I want is some relief.

Time to do the things I love

writing, yoga, maybe a back rug?

Just a moment of peace to smile

enjoy life all the while.

Then I know I must get back

hunt you out again and that's a fact.

Around the corner I sneak and seek;

I see you dirt you think your meek?

HA, ha I call!

Taking the fall

Wounded by bleach

this will teach

you to mess up my house.

No escape I have many more friends

this is the end.

Give up now

the mop shall prevail!

Sweep first, then a mop

quick rinse then I stop.

From the rag into the wash, then the floor,

and onto the mop. Next you'll be by the door

waiting to score.

I've seen it all before

Fight until I day I die

This is no lie

dirt your done

accpet it and run!

Your the squalid one not me.

The four letter word that won't has no decree.


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