Sady sat all night
Watching men fight
Such an interesting sight.
Ducking left to right
Fists of fight fly by
Keeping all in sight
Imaginary referee delight.
Genes of warrior days
Fill this play
With a gleeful array
Of enthusiastic knaves.
Trouble then ensues
An uncontrolled brew
Of hormone stew
Took control of the brood.
Crack! Sady was hit
Fell into a pit
Stunk like a crypt
Popped one tit.
Came to in the morn
Her clothes were all torn
Didn’t fill her with scorn
Just got up and went home.
