Lord of the dance.

The soft shoe shuffle,
Made by him an Olympic sport,
From a four dollar hustler to golden child,
From Louisville, Kentucky, to king of the ring,
His domain of canvas twenty five foot square,
The monarch of all he surveyed,
And angel in his corner,
Bundini shouts in verse of him,
All the mountains came to this Muhammad,
Borne of Clay to his days of X,
Segregated by belief,
And the colour of his skin,
Embraced by the world in his success,
United as the peoples champion,
His soapbox to the world,
From the root to the fruit,
From back street Deep South to heartlands of Zaire,
To all four corners,
We dance along,
In time with the maestro,
Bob and weave with Ali shuffle,
We gasp in awe at the thriller in Manila,
We rumble along in the jungle,
We scream and cry,
The roper doper has all fooled,
And played so well,
But mindful of the overhand right,
Before we fall earthly bound dazed, confused and beaten,
But lest we forget his butterfly feet,
His sting of the bee,
Rumble young man rumble,
Reviled in seventies America,
Vietnam was to be his waterloo,
Albeit a temporary glitch in the scheme of his life,
As we were robbed of a hero,
Stripped, sanctioned and discarded by those who once screamed his name,
A national hero reduced to man in the street,
But there’s no keeping a good soul down, He will return,
With a vengeance so pure it would knock the spots of leopard print shorts,
His nemesis in Norton,
Trudging feet and claw like cover,
Be he will overcome in the trilogy of titans,
No man will better this giant of the canvas ring,
His name will forever resound,
Through the hallowed halls of our hearts,
Regardless of creed, colour or nations,
A man is judged by love alone,
And alone judged by his god,
But my hero still remains,
The Louisville lip,
The greatest ever,
Muhammad Ali,
Champion of the world.

My humble attempt to honour one of my all time hero’s Muhammed Ali, the question as to who would beat who, as the trail of champions that followed him, for me, he was the greatest ever heavyweight boxer, a talent that did not solely rely on a knockout punch, more of a clever boxer. There have been many fighter since, but not one could out box the king. I know people will argue with this, i dont care. His destruction of Foreman, shows the way a fight with Tyson would have concluded.

African Blackwood steak knife and fork. More at Bespoke Woods Facebook page.

His political stands were never compromised by his urge to make money, he stood for what he believed in, regardless of lifestyle. Sadly missed.


2 thoughts on “Lord of the dance.

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