Let’s bet on a horse
to finish the course.
Let’s win an amount,
to boost our account.
The jockeys are light,
and sunshine is bright,
The bookmakers shout,
All trying to tout.
Sleek fillies parade,
Fortunes to be made.
The stalls are all filled.
The thrills start to build.
They’re off down the straight,
not knowing their fate.
A few go ahead,
but most fall instead.
Excitement now mounts,
It’s winning that counts.
Just one lap to go.
Oh, gosh, what a show.
The race has been won.
Gee, watching was fun.
Celebrations now.
winner takes a bow.
The others, next year,
must move up a gear.
And try hard once more,
to even the score.
For first past the post,
what’s yearned for the most.
© Ernestine Northover
You took first place in this race Ernestine! Great read, you win the trophy - *10*! ! Best ishes! Friend Thad
I used to do horses but wasn't very good at betting so went into early retirement. This is a great, fast moving piece, only one winner- you. Andrew x
Great stuff again! I just wrote a poem with a similar rhyme scheme, allthough you may find the content decidingly less approvable!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This had a similer pace to a horse-race, the words galloping in time with the subject Wonderful strength and imagery Love duncan X