Treasure Island

David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com


.5. Punters Delight


Galloping down
To the start of a race
Punters are watching
For horses with pace

Down at the start
Slowly loaded to stalls
When they’re all in
Ready now starter calls

Jockeys on tip toes
Are ready to run
Stall gates fly open
Come out like from gun

Into their stride
Get in pacemakers wake
Until the last furlong
Now dash they all make

Tightened up reins
Up and down travel fast
And the one that I picked
Once again came in last


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Submitted: Sunday, October 05, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, October 15, 2008

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