Mike the Owl

Whoís that on the mic?  
Ooh! Itís Mike the Owl!  
And if you ask whatís he like Ė
Iíd say with a growl that fowl is foul!  

He doesnít speak much but on the microphone his beak can spit a sick beat,  
Many times he has shown his rhythm and rhymes are a hoot and an absolute treat,  
Iím talon you heís like a beast released in the wild the way he feasts on emcees whoíve tried,  
Because with one fell swoop heíll whoop some ass then you too will be left wide eyed.  

Mike the owl will look at you with a scowl and straight up ask if you want to rap battle,  
Itíd be better now to throw in the towel or else youíll howl when you begin to feel deathís rattle,  
Heís a wise old bird because his words will get the ladies in the audience roused up and stirred,  
And if you donít hear him coming itís because his stealth wings are meant to be unheard.  

Heís a savage killer, like a guerilla, but man he can drop a mad bass in your face like a bad villain,  
Heís a deadly hunter of the night who can assassinate one minute and the next be straight chilliní,  
His bars are fire, like two hundred seventy degrees of hot rounds sure to make you perspire,  
Mike is usually on the prowl but on the mic heís an owl youíll come to love and admire.
Written by wallyroo92
Published | Edited 11th Jul 2020
Author's Note
For the Pick 'n Mix Poetry comp
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