Role Reversal - Poem by Greg Costello
If horses rode jockeys, not the reverse,
Trainers instructions to nags, would be terse-
'Your mode of conveyance's legs, number two,
Shan't be in obeyance, when whip is pulled through,
Can tell you for sure he won't handle the ground
A horse-racing 'Cana', should he get you round'.
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