Putting the flash into flash fiction for this festive poem!

Boxing day

A day of cheer

Till his lucky boxers

Disappear

 

A desperate search 

Both high and low 

He can't back down 

Nowhere to go

The fight draws near

The crowd awaits 

Without his shorts 

It's left to fate 

He's fearing failure 

Doubt creeps in

Without his shorts 

How can he win?

But wait a glimmer 

Of hope restored 

A pair of boxers 

At his dressing room door 

His son's small shorts

A gift from the heart

Trouble is

They just cover 

One part

But the little boy 

Believes in his dad

And that's the best gift

This man's ever had

So with new found courage 

He steps in the ring

He didn't need luck

Love helped him

To win