You took the wind out of my sails
You stole my thunder, removed my bails
You pulled the rug from beneath my feet
and I was heading for defeat
You saw the chance and you moved right in
I caught your uppercut on my chin
The canvas floor rose fast to meet...
and I’ll admit you had me beat
But then I spied your Achilles heel
and the other weak spots you conceal
I used them in my counter attack
and I quickly put you on your back
Hostilities over, a truce was signed
and soon our lives were realigned
Best of friends now, two of a kind
you in your neck brace, and I in mine
Steve Wheeler © 10 March, 2021
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