Kung Fu

Prompted by Herb

He’d trained in every martial art

As fit as any Ninja

And as he trained, he fought through pain

Our man was not a whinger

He could push his hands through brick

Smash a timber inches thick

Walk on fire, hold his breath

So many times he’d cheated death

In over forty Kung Fu flicks

He’d battled thugs with flails and sticks

But though those films were thought outdated

His ego still was much inflated

Then all his dreams went down the drain

Car stalled on crossing, driving rain

Bad luck would now deflate his claim

To be much faster than a train

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