Henry’s Muhammad Ali Love Poem For The Cicada Girl


And Muhammad Ali thought that he was the greatest,
let him slip a punch like this,
let him grope a dope,

let him Ali Shuffle away from this,
hey, cicada girl, get a little closer
to the thrilla of my pilla,

the ring around your finger, your body,
get closer to this upper-cut of a kiss,
to these sexy body blows,

sure, the girl with the card
announcing what round it is
has a great behind and luscious tits,

but when the bell rings,
you can’t be dull-witted like Sonny Liston,
bob and weave, cicada girl, bob and weave,

stay away from his right,
stay away from his left, don’t let him bite your ear off
when he’s making love in the Roman Coliseum.