Ok so im a big boxing fan and obviously i aspire to one day be as good as Ali maybe. So i went to meet him and wrote this poem before i went now i have his autograph and his private adress, i often send letters. So here it is that got me my number 1 dude in the worlds details 
By the way it started out for a competition at school where the theme was hero's and heroins.
Cassius Clay, Muhammad ali
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
He can box,and he can win,
Nobody scares him nobody nothing.
January the 17th 1942,
The birth of a champion but nobody knew,
1964 and the reign has begun,
Heavy weight champion with an ego as bright as the sun.
Sonny Liston, Joe frazier no match for ali,
His talents so much its beyond your eyes see,
Now from the rascism he is free,
Choosing to live his life and be the best there'll ever be.
1974 foreman in zaire,
Traveling to africa without any fear,
Greeted by support as if he'd already fought,
No one thought he could win but that was only a thought.
Entering the ring confident and cocky,
Foreman was no match he went down like a scene from rocky,
Retired With a boxing record of 56 - 5,
Muhammad ali gave the people a ring that was alive.
He retired the greatest,
Still is im sure much better than the latest.
He could hurt a stone, hospitalize a brick
damn he was so hard he made medicine sick.
Cassius Clay, Muhammad ali,
float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
To boxing he had the key,
and will always be a hero to me.
Please dont copy it.
By the way it started out for a competition at school where the theme was hero's and heroins.
Cassius Clay, Muhammad ali
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
He can box,and he can win,
Nobody scares him nobody nothing.
January the 17th 1942,
The birth of a champion but nobody knew,
1964 and the reign has begun,
Heavy weight champion with an ego as bright as the sun.
Sonny Liston, Joe frazier no match for ali,
His talents so much its beyond your eyes see,
Now from the rascism he is free,
Choosing to live his life and be the best there'll ever be.
1974 foreman in zaire,
Traveling to africa without any fear,
Greeted by support as if he'd already fought,
No one thought he could win but that was only a thought.
Entering the ring confident and cocky,
Foreman was no match he went down like a scene from rocky,
Retired With a boxing record of 56 - 5,
Muhammad ali gave the people a ring that was alive.
He retired the greatest,
Still is im sure much better than the latest.
He could hurt a stone, hospitalize a brick
damn he was so hard he made medicine sick.
Cassius Clay, Muhammad ali,
float like a butterfly sting like a bee,
To boxing he had the key,
and will always be a hero to me.
Please dont copy it.
