I never heard no bell

A Poem by MoriartyMesa

My own personal response to Une jeune femme étant attaccked

Tonight I was a fair man, too old to have my jaw rocked. Too old to be someone who stood up to kids near half my age.

Drink and age have made me too old.

But too old for a Un lobo sigue como dientes?

That first hit should have put me down,

those kicks of von drei Männern Tritte,

should have made me scamper off.

But like all brutes,

Like all Animales,

I never herd no Bell.

Your such a big man,

all three of you...

Well meus puer parvulus est scriptor

Time to be corrected!

Enjoy your kicks and punches,

revile in your youth.

Just before you piss yourself.

And wait for me.

But before you throw another fist,

keep in mind that there are animals like me.

You call that a punch?

Let me educate you boy's,

First rule of a fight:

never go against a real Monster.

let me teach you how to jab, what a real right cross feels like.

Ain't a nice feeling is it?

Another little hint,

an open tackle never works at someone twice your weight and size.

All I need to do is strike down, than lift.

Next.

Oh a blade, hahahahhahaha.

alright come on.

Swing to the left, swing right, swing like what you are,

a kid...

Now let me reply.

Strike to the right forearm,

follow it to a knuckle punch the the left arm.

Here is my forehead crashing into yours.

In the words of a great Cricketer,

give me the fast bowler.

Oh my, a lot of fancy kicks.

Head hit,

righter shoulder,

nice kick to my guts! Yes i do like that.

Round house kick?

Here comes to boom!

In short, I have one near crack ribbed.
But I robbed you boys of your pride.
Cops won't find you of course cause you ran,

But remember me,

I never heard No Bell.

This was an ode to the three 'boy's" who tried to bully a nice working mother running on The Iron Horse Trail in my county.