Not gentle is the pain that comes
From concussive head blows.
Birds are what you will hear,
Also, you will lose
Short-term memories.

Your trainer has a pill--
Take it, and away the pain goes.
You're punch-drunk--give a shove.
He shows you tough love
And takes off your gloves.

Now that the fight is through,
They will put you back together.
You've got a rended knee;
Dangling off of you
Other parts hang free.

They are afraid you'll cry
When your dislocated arm's shoved
Back from where it popped free.
It may well be sore
For eternity.

Some day, you might return
To the ring that was your bed, though,
You crashed on it in pain
Then you heard some Bach
Playing in your brain.

Oops, there it goes, your arm--
Popped out again, it's not comfy.
A titanium screw
May be what you need
For that sundered pull.

It will hold in your arm
Put in arthroscopically. [six syllables]
Will be almost like new.
But they'll have to drill
A bit once it's full.