At Glorious, Old Goodwood...

At glorious, old Goodwood the main race,
Of the day, is currently underway.
The middle of summertime is just fine,
For many spectators to imbibe wine
Or whatever beverage happens to
Tickle their fancy. They like to sport new
Fashions, like actors performing roles,
As events on the course start to unfold.
Royalty and celebrities always
Mingle here, like proud peacocks on display.
But forget all that, and let us get back,
To a great race. It's the final attack.
Right now, three horses are battling it out
In a mad dash, of that there is no doubt,
Towards the finishing line. The jockeys'
Bright shirts flash by in crimson, yellow-green
And blue. Who will win is anyone's guess.
But whoever does is sure to be blessed,
With stamina, speed and a little luck.
Only one can receive the Goodwood Cup
Of gold, which will truly immortalise,
The bravest and boldest. O what a prize!