Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
Master Long John is nobody's fool,
He runs a profitable Karate School.
He ran to the exit to stop the dead beats,
Who bet on "The Crane" at the Karate meet.
'Deer was a formidable opponent for Toe,
We'd met in secret just one night before.
I showed him how a crane stands erect,
And how a quick sweep is the move to select.
Toe, on the other hand, was not that easy,
I used love of Master to make him please me,
When I revealed the new style, the Crane.
(As I secretly counted my profitable gains.)
Now the tournament's over, the lights are all dim,
As I stand in the ring, looking down at him.
"Nice try, Toerag. But you acted too slow.
Tomorrow I'll teach all you'll need to know."
I help Toerag to regain his unsteady feet,
As we gather his gear and go out to the street.
He bows to his Master, and limps to his car,
While I head down the street to meet 'Deer in a bar.
I know what you think. What a Master am I.
Teacher of the Karate Machiavelli style.
But what can I do? A Master must eat.
And its easier to do when avoiding defeat.