The Punch
by GJ

Her fists were huge
They Could Break My Face
It was a disgrace
They Became So Bloody
It Spurted All Over
My nose was a busted mess
It poured all over my vest
My Crimson MouthSpit teeth
All thirty-two
Beneath Me Now
All on the floor
Never to be mine
Forevermore
Souvenirs she keptIn a Jar
Along with Jawbones
All I did was Yell many moans
She punched my head
It flew away
She put it
In a special Place
That very Day