Duck, bob, weave
Evade, move, block
Muscles tighten like rock
So I do not receive
That well placed kick
That fated blow
Opponent promises to bestow
Wish I was controlled by a joystick
My administrator skilled
Making me jump, fly, flip
But alas, it is not so
I should have swerved
Instead of dip, if I had
I might have preserved
My dignity and pride
Instead it resides
On the floor, along
With my backside
