I was alone

But they were Three

Because I am metal

They had a problem with me

It started with words

Senseless, idiotic drivel

They cursed and shouted

But my words were civil

“Yerr, fucking mosher

You wanna fight”

“Out of my path, pal

It's been too long a night”

But still they advanced

Determined to fight

The Kleveleys Kru's Heroes

Would see battle tonight

The first one squares up

So I ask him to move

“Y’fuckin what?”

“You've nothing to prove”

And that's when it landed

A pitiful punch

I reeled for effect

Then reached for his lunch

Swift fist to his gut

Sharp knee to the face

“You looking for death?

You're in the right place”

He groaned a he fell

I'd hoped we were done

I'd taken out the first

But they were three I was one.

The others set upon me

My lords they were weak

An elbow to the second's face

His nose springs a leak

The third also falls

With a little help from me

I beat them all down

But I was one, they were three.

Says the first

“Think yerr ‘ard? I'll kill you”

He's brandishing a knife now

So it would have been true

But he's quickly disarmed

As both are dislocated

In the fury of combat

I am elated

But a set of brass knuckles

Meet with my teeth

I lose a few

Or so I beleive

Things get all fuzzy

My vision goes white

I won't remember

The rest of this fight