Ode to Mitsugi Saotome Sensei
There once was a Sensei Saotome
Whose kotegaeshi always would throw me
With such strong ki that
I would splat on the mat,
Now my face is so flat you won't know me.
Once grabbing Saotome's wrist,
Katatedori controls not his fist.
His radius and ulna slightly crossed;
My sure grip was entirely lost.
I don't remember the flight, but you get the gist.
[Edited by Yo-Jimbo on September 4, 2000 at 10:17pm]
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