Sweat dripping from his borough
Wet hair upon his head
no wonder he suvives the fight
who would want him dead?
Muscles protuding boldly
That killer look in his eye
Gee I want him badly
we'd make a great team
him and I
Me the blonde haired maiden
on a balcony in distress
Him below with arms spread wide
trying to impress
What a comic vision of Rambo
catching blonde haired jan
as she fly's with watching eyes
her dress out like a fan
Waiting arms he has unstretched
ready as I fall
but my hero misses me
and now I see
He's no hero after all
In fact I hate the begger
For in this hospital I stay
bandaged up from head to toe
whilst Rambo steals the day
Bronze trophy winner
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