Cheltenham Gold Cup Poem by JJ Evendon

Horses gallop at a fast pace
All wanting to win the prestigious race
Black, brown and some grey
For the gold cup is now under way
The roar of the crowds and cries from the stands
Make this one of the best events in Cheltenham
All the horses are beautiful, fit and lean
Now are racing towards the first fence in a stream
One after the other they jump with perfect grace
All to land safely and then quickly pick up the pace
The going is soft to hard with just over 3 miles to go
Another 21 fences, who will win? It's too early to know
A roar from the grandstand is heard as they enter the long straight
The 33 -1 outsider is leading and placing a bet now is too late
A horse is seen to stumble and lose it's rider
It was number 3, Cherry Picker, the 100-1 outsider
Two more fall to leave their riders standing in a daze
But their horses keep on running and one gets into the runners way
Slowly the pack lengthens for the finish line is near
Who's winning, it isn't quite clear
Slightly ahead it looks like number 9
But charging on the outside, number 4, could be first to cross the line
It's so close, it's anyone's bet
My money was on number 13- and he hasn't even reached the first fence yet!