I placed five bob on the favourite
It should have not been past
He sat still in the starting stalls
And came a dismal last
Next I placed a double up
Ten bob on number three
He ran the wrong way round the track
I ‘m sure he couldn’t see
Race number three I got a tip
Straight from the horse’s mouth
A pound on five to gallop north
Instead he galloped south
I’m losing like it’s easy
The grey now placed two pound
He led the whole way round the track
Then fell down on the ground
The final race I’m desperate
What must I do to win?
I think next time, I’ll stay at home
And throw my money in the bin
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
very good, you are better off buying a lottery ticket then you know that your chances are one in millions, better luck next time 10
Classic in fine British traditional (BTW Thanks for the review, hope you read some more of mine, it's great to connect with a fellow rhyming poet!)
Hilarious Dave - couldn't help laughing at all your bad luck ! ! Hope you were using poetic licence here..... A great poem and worth every bit of 10 - wish they could be pounds eh? Fondly from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I used to be a jockey! when i was very slim did you know it was at water jump, that i learnt to swim i remember striking the double, I was in disgrace i didn't win you see, i just fell off twice in the race!