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The Champ
Champ gets a busted up trimmer brought in by a ‘scaper,
‘Scaper thinks the parts are too high, forgets free labor favor,
When you give a man free parts you think he’d be content,
No, he goes and talks trash to his buddies as his way to vent,
Won’t even go face to face as he climbs Champs a$$,
A man like that doesn’t say it but he shows he has no class,
A yuppie with a two fifty comes in later that very day,
He pries off the handle and now expects ole Stihl to pay,
Champ says I doubt it, but for you I’ll see what I can do,
Stihl says you broke the handle so this time it is on you,
Now Champs fixes up the saw, only charges for the part,
No charge for the labor ‘cause he’s got a big ole heart,
Says that’s way too much you’re chargin’ me to fix my little saw,
His forty-dollar offer really stuck in the Champs craw,
Now I know you wondering why the Champ took neither fight,
‘Cause Champ’s in the Heavy Division and they were truly Light.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Sir Joatman your a man of class and have that writers touch. You never cease to amaze me with those fine poems of yours. they are GREAT, I love em. Keep em coming. Don't pay no mind to that heathen Woodie, I'm shining up this steel toe Wolverine for him now,hehe