A poem dedicated to Mick and how he feels about the fans and his matches. This poem is sad and is rated PG for violence, although I believe it to be fine for any age.



As I saw him as he fell
Off the looming Hell In A Cell
And as I watched his beautiful eye
Not for a second did he cry

And as his ear was ripped from his head
And to the hospital as it bled
In the hospital bed he'd lie
But not a tear came from his eye

And during the matches he most feared
Good ol' Mick never teared
But as he said to his fans goodbye
I saw a tear roll down his eye