Hook Bates

Amidst the rumble in the jungle
I found myself quick to stumble,
You would think such an act
would grow a man humble,

But no…
For a moment Self engaged in a waltz of stumbles,
I rejoined the attack after a prair in mumbles,

They say for every action their is a reaction,
Too & fro
it can only be browken with either sides subtraction,

“throwing a hook”

‘was quick to look,
Though I dodged it he had read me Like a book,

Too late I realized I had sealed my fate,
As I fell into his trap taking the hooks bate,

With one mighty blow,
All the lights had joined to make a single glow,

For a moment stalling before my body was racked by the thud of falling,
My final memory was the crowd’s cheer and laughter
As the darkness fell then shortly after… 
“OL’ glass jaw has gone down for the count”