Doc Louis

I trained Little Mac to be a prizefighter, and his opponents see stars.
Diabetes caused my leg to be amputated because I ate too many candy bars.
Everybody knows that I train Little Mac, and that my name is Doc Louis.
When Mac knocked off Don Flamenco's toupee, he decided to sue us.
We lost all of our money, and we're living on the street.
We have to look in garbage cans every time we eat.
Little Mac has always hurt his opponents with his devastating blows.
But he got his butt kicked when he got in the ring with Piston Hondo. 
He changed his name from Honda to Hondo to avoid a lawsuit.
When Mac punches King Hippo's belly, his pants drop and he poots.
When Little Mac fought Mike Tyson, Tyson bit off one of his ears.
Tyson's punches put Mac in a coma, and I thought the end was near.
He came out of his coma just when I thought I was free of the little brat.
Even though I'm his trainer, I hate him because he laughs because I'm fat.
We live in cardboard boxes, and we're asking people to give money to us.
Mac has become a has-been, and I'm ashamed to admit that I'm Doc Louis.

(This poem was inspired by 'Mike Tyson's Punch-Out' which is my favorite NES game.)