B-road Boxing

A wagtail bobbed into the ring,
dancing on Mondeo's wing,
winded by cheap body shots,
featherweight on headlight hooks.

Judges couldn't mark their cards,
both parties went in really hard,
weight advantage nearly broke
the delicate body on the ropes.

Pied fighter rolled and hit the floor,
fledgling fans can't watch much more,
one arm flaps, a cut loose sail,
feathers fall, a thrown in tail.

Before the count car body lurches,
slams itself on tree lined hedges,
spits out soil twists and bounces,
bird limps away backward glances.