This is just a fun poem I wrote a few years ago. I don't really beat men... DOWN FOR THE FIGHT I was out for a walk on a cold, winterÕs night. Wandering and squinting and battling frostbite. Falling onto the street came a man from my right. Staggering and wincing it had been a long night. A cowboy came along he looked quite a sight. Shaggy and weathered and six feet at full height. He grabbed the poor man and hit with all his might. The man bled and he hurled onto the snow so white. I said, ÓCowboy, hold up I can see youÕre uptight but heÕs drunk, heÕs bleeding and heÕs down for the fight.Ó The cowboy turned slowly his look gave me a fright. I think my face turned ten shades of grey and white. ÓLook, missy,Ó the cowboy said ÓGirls are pretty but trite. what makes you so damn sure youÕre so smart, so right?Ó I didnÕt flinch, I didnÕt wince Ôthough I felt the stinging bite. I was proud, I stood tall on this cold, winterÕs night. I pulled on my mittens and cinched my belt tight. I straightened my clothes until I looked alright. I squared up my shoulders and drew up to full height. inside I gathered up all my strength, all my might. ÓHey, cowboy,Ó I called into the frosty moonlight ÓYouÕre lucky you met me on this cold, winterÕs night. ÓToday I will teach you you will find youÕre bright you will learn that IÕm smart and when IÕm right, IÕm right. The cowboy smirked, he grinned but a fever burned bright. he reached out to grab me and to pull me in tight. I was fast, I was quick I swung with my left ÔnÕ right. I was hard, I was strong that cowboy felt my might. He was down, I was through with my righteous, girls fight. The poor cowboy looked up with a face full of fright. I said, ÓCowboy, cheer up You can see IÕm uptight But youÕre drunk, youÕre bleeding And youÕre down for the fight.Ó
