Read a book and circle some words on a page. Use those words to craft a poem.
I thought it was rather bold,
She said once she had been told,
The story of the daring fighter,
She grinned and the mood got lighter,
The fighter fought and fought his way,
From late at night until break of day,
He struggled with a foe much stronger,
Until the crowd thought he could go no longer,
Then it seemed as if time stood still,
He took a swing, a hit to kill,
Just as he did the shadow fell,
And down he went with a yell,
He was fighting himself all along,
The crowd cheered, “He was so strong!”,
To have fought himself through the night,
What a man and what a fight.
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