The Races - Poem by Hazel Connelly
I've won a day at the races
For me and my friend Pat Maguire
Posh frocks and new hats
That's what we require.
So off we go shopping
Hair and nails done on the way
Well we girls want to look our best
For the big race day.
Now Pat's buxom and curvy
Me I'm thin as a latt
Or you could say slim and slender
And Pat's just fat.
We went in loads of shops
Nothing seemed to fit the bill
Everything was kind of frumpish
And we're definitly not over the hill.
Then we came accross this shop
In a side street in the town
It's called Reds Closet Boutique
And we both came out with a gown.
We got fascinators to match
Shoes, accessories and bags too
Pat got something in pink
I got something in blue.
It was the day of the races
We were up with the lark
Had our lunch at Tom and Jerry's
Then off to Haydock Park.
The horses are under starters orders
And I'd backed the grey
Well it came home last
It was winning all the way.
Now we came to the last race
And we're digging deep in our pocket
Pat said put it on this
It's called Super Rocket.
Well it romped home at 50/1
This horse called Super Rocket
And me and Pat Maguire
Went home with brass in our pocket.
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