Little Paulie was restless, could not fall asleep,
And then saw the glimmer from Daddy’s TV.
Sheepishly rapping on the half-open door,
He could see Pops staring blankly as Tim Bradley bored.
“Daddy, I can’t sleep,” Paulie said quite weary,
Staring at daddy’s eyes, glossed over with dreary.
Paulie’s father shook his head to regain his awareness,
Then looked at his youngest, smiled faintly and said this:
“Okay, Paulie, come sit by my side,
And I’ll tell you one story, guaranteed to abide.
“It’s a tale of a king, one of said new four,
Who brought great slumber with his battles that bore.”
Paulie snuggled in bed, next to big ol’ dad,
Ready to hear this yarn his Pops surely had.
Dad proceeded to lay out his non-engaging story,
One which would bring sleep, not excite or bring glory.
“Once upon a time in a T-Mobile one-third full,
There lived a young king, his name was Shakur.
Shakur was to vie for a third division belt,
Meeting an ogre, de los Santos, whose punch could be felt.
The battle began nearly a quarter past midnight,
Which meant that few fans would witness the fight.
Of those who bore witness to the battle ensuing,
Few will forget the fierce bell-to-bell booing.
Fans in attendance screamed their disdain,
As King Shakur picked, pecked, and avoided all pain.
With less than two power punches on average, per round,
This angered the few fans who had gathered around.
Even Ogre de los Santos failed to bring heat,
Dazed into slumber by Shakur’s retreat
At the end of the evening, no fans had their way,
The favorite got a belt and a ringwalk with Bud and Dre.
No joy was had that night on The Worldwide Leader,
No doubters had become a King Shakur believer.
And casual fans tuning in to see the Shakur fuss,
Wished they had watched F1 practices on ESPN Plus.
Billed as feared, a victim of avoidance,
King Shakur bored to the point of annoyance…”
There was no need to finish this tale of great dullness,
Little Paulie was snoring, laid out on the mattress.
Dad scooped up his boy for a return to his room.
Before shuffling back to bed by the light of the moon.
“Goodnight my little one,” Dad said with a whisper,
“Now let us all forget that mess by Shakur.”