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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rumble in the jungle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give us some poetry? <br>Me, we..? <br>These are the words; <br>Of Muhammad Ali..! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ali—baba-booyah! Ali<br>The emperor of Horus<br>Sang back the chorus… <br>Ali—baba-booyah! <br>Ali—baba-booyah! <br>Ali—baba-booyah! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The peoples Champion! <br>A roaring catlike, lion<br>with long-legs of lynxes<br>a king of all… the Cobras <br>With a right leading, paw...<br>His arm like a ripsaw... <br>And with words of combat<br>He was like a buzzing black, gnat...<br>In the ear of an iron wall-<br>0f fury, surely, he’s only a Meatball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said he a half-crazed; George Forman <br>He isn’t there, American, Tarzan<br>surely he isn’t their hero’ this? Muhammad Ali...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ail—baba-booyah! Ali<br>The emperor of Horus<br>Sang back they in chorus <br>Ali—baba-booyah! <br>Ali—baba-booyah! <br>Ali—baba-booyah! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hellfire’s sharpened inside a mountain beast: <br>Whose instincts weren’t yet that of a baptized priest? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This only unleashed a thuggish bears raging guffaws…<br>In a taciturn of natural, laws.<br>A trudging elephant goes, sleeping…<br>Wearily on the ropes—he’s just waiting<br>Tobacco chewing the brawlers<br>Heart weakening boulders.<br>His heart thrashing leaf shredding soul… <br>All this is compounding so all his admirers’ console! <br>Muhammad Ali...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ali—baba-booyah! Ali<br>The emperor of Horus<br>Sang back in chorus <br>Ali—baba-booyah! <br>Ali—baba-booyah! <br>Ali—baba-booyah! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mean while, me, we..? <br>Ali, tenderly inward-sobs..! <br>Me, we..? Me, we..? <br>For three whole rounds he bobs...<br>Till his sobs, override<br>His natives absent ringside-<br>Fear; then does he begin to hear..! <br>A charlatan’s heart beating, drums...<br>With no more tantrums, <br>He wakes the African, elephant<br>Wounded and yet more grievant <br>It’s then this road, turnpikes’<br>And a preordained cobra strikes<br>At a watermelon gatherer<br>Bewildered, headlong guilty of his own perjure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Heathcote">Mark Heathcote</a><div class=q>
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Me, we..? 
These are the words; 
Of Muhammad Ali..! 

Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back the chorus… 
Ali—baba-booyah! 
Ali—baba-booyah! 
Ali—baba-booyah! 

The peoples Champion! 
A roaring catlike,..."></div>
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