To the races I am intending to go
To try my luck and dispel my woe,
Of all of the runners I checked out the form
The weather was fine in the early morn.
I checked out their ratings, speed and style
I looked at the going and with a smile,
I knew I could win, such a feeling of fate
As I watched them canter down to the gate.
For backing winners is really a chinch
You just have to know every possible inch.
I checked out the stars and my horoscope too
To sort out the many from just the few.
And so in the first race I picked out the Yellow,
He looked like a spritely, leggy, sweet fellow,
But round the turn I nearly cried,
He was out at the back, just never tried.
Red colour’s won with a banded cap,
He rode out fast with a single slap.
The second race I spotted colours of Green,
Quite the best horse in the paddock did seem,
But up at the straight he faltered too long,
He was passed by a horse whose colours shone.
In scarlet white banded, he galloped and won,
So red yet again was the cloud on my sun.
Next my choice fell on a blue with white trim,
His horse was golden, fit, strong and slim.
The jockey mounted and touched his pale cap
I thought a good sign, I really liked that.
Up the straight he galloped with force
Head down in front, a winner of course
I cheered as he passed me, his moment of fame,
Got pipped at the post by a crimson dame.
Crimson won, it looked a dead heat,
Those reds took some seeing, as I sat in defeat.
Caroline Baldock © 2018