A chin made out of porcelain;

A pile of skin in a heap,

An uppercut put him to sleep.

Before cheers began rolling in,

There’s a pause, you could hear a pin;

Then, an explosion fills the air.

A moment that’s paired with a scare.

Excitement that’s fun to consume,

Like freebies in a hotel room;

Violent knockouts, nothing can compare.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/18/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-32-sleep-in-the-b-rhyme-line/.

Prompted from Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/11/17/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-november-17-2020/.