A Trip to the Races

We went to the racetrack, to pick a few winners,

I bet on some horses, all bold, fit and true.

But come the first corner, my dreams were in ashes,

as my brave selection, fell when in first place.

So on to the next meet, I’d stuck to the favourite,

a towering filly, a cert for race two.

Shot out like a bullet, she led by a furlong,

with me shouting crazy, a smile on my face.

But then the last corner, along came the long shot,

and nipped past my beauty, my mood turning blue.

Onto race number three, with only four runners,

I doubled my chances, two looking both ace.

My bad luck was legend, for they both collided,

the bookies were laughing, as my losses grew.

By race number five, my mood it had twindled,

on picking a winner, for my final race.

So randomly picking a horse by its colour,

I ended up with a mare, who was called Farview.

His nick name was quite apt, and my loss was certain,

last place from the get go, not matching the pace.

The moral I tell you, is never to gamble,

instead grab a wine glass, let’s all have a few.