In all honesty, I love white belts. I was one once just like every other martial artist. So I more making fun of myself than anyone else. Nonetheless, I took A LOT of poetic license here to poke fun at the white belt phenom. Have fun!
I like white belts and I cannot lie
You other belts can’t deny
That when fresh meat walks in with a earnest pace
A smile creeps ‘cross your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
‘Cause you notice that white belt’s buff
Deep in the martial art’s he is staring
She’s got the bug so a gi she’s wearing
Oh White Belt I’m gonna got twitchy
Cuz your feet’ll get all switchy
My sensei try to warn me
But with that belt you got makes me so scorny
Ooh, Fresh meat come on in
Into the dojo you enter in
Well, ‘scuse me, ‘scuse me
‘Cause you are that average groupie
I’ve seen you floppin’
Down on the mats your moppin’
Up your sweat
Goin at it like Bruce Lee fanboy
I’m tired, cuz you make me employ
Sayin’ its the right foot, you bring
Take the left back, and swing it right
Then punch me with you right
So, white belt (yeah), white belt (yeah)
Has you got the guts? (Oh, yeah)
I tell to make it (make it) make it (make it)
Back to class
Make it back to class
Make it back to class
Another brilliant post. Had me laughing, a much-needed thing on a rainy Monday. Thanks, senpai!
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