Faster than a speeding train
My grey-hound took the track
Fitter than a butchers dog
Red jacket on his back
Number one had always been
A lucky trap for me
They took him to the boxes
And he snarled at number three
As they placed him in the traps
He sat there very still
The other dogs all snapped and snarled
And looked like they could kill
The starter let the rabbit go
And number ones still sitting
All the others left the traps
While he just sat there knitting
He watched them half way round the bend
Then came out like a rocket
Shot past the other greyhounds
Finished first and filled my pocket
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems brighten my day David, I loved this and the flow was quick like a greyhound! 10 Lynda xx