This Racing Life - Poem by Tom Higgins
And they're off, and they've set off at speed
And 'New Kid On The Block' takes an early lead,
Quickly followed by 'Wide Eyed With Wonder',
And coming up quickly and from under,
The radar is that fast improving colt 'Teenage Fear'
On his shoulder comes 'Promising Career.'
Who is being trailed closely by 'New Girlfriend'
Followed closely by 'Love Will Never End'
Hot on their heels now comes 'Engagement Ring'
Followed closely by 'Ding Dong Ding'
And passing them now it's 'Marital Bliss'
Swiftly followed by 'Babykiss',
Then closely behind comes 'Mega Cost',
Neck and neck with 'Freedom Lost'.
And as they come to the half way mark,
It's 'Big Mortgage' followed by 'Mistress Dark'
But moving up through the bunch to take the lead now
Is'Divorce Lawyer' moving fast, but wow!
'New Wife'shoots to the front of the fray,
But he's not letting the mare get away,
And as they turn into the finishing straight,
'Divorce Lawyer' seems to have left it late.
And as they move into the final three furlongs,
Coming up fast as if it's where he belongs,
Is the novice colt 'Home Alone' making ground,
But what's this? Out wide moving smoothly round,
It's the rank outsider 'Match.Com' and right behind,
Comes, 'Russian Beauty' Who seems not to mind,
That she was never in the betting for this race,
As she moved steadily up the field place by place,
She's closely followed by ' My Lonely Heart'
Who from halfway has played a very big part
In this exciting race for the line and glory
But today writes 'Russian Beauty's' story
As she crosses first to win this Year's race,
Now who thought she'd come in first place?
Into the winners circle on parade,
The handsome mare has now made the grade,
The crowd all comment 'she is some looker.'
But when the eyes aren't watching, it'll be 'so long sucker! '
Tom Higgins 05/02/2012
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