Day at the Races

The Races

Over a glass of beer, Bill and I took our chances, at the races

Money stuffed in our pockets and picking horses for places

Binoculars out and scouting the field, looking at the course

Bill yells out, waving arms about, ”where’s the bloody horses”

I said “Calm down you silly old goat, they haven’t come out as yet.”

“They’re still getting saddled up and have to be checked by a vet”

The clouds gathered into a rainy storm and turned the ground to slush

Everyone scattered for cover, ran into the stand in a mighty rush

Well as it was, as the day grew long, things couldn’t get any worse

Bill went for a stroll, tripped in a mudhole and lost his blinky purse

There he stood like a chocolate bar, with mud dripping off his face

Choice words were ringing in the air x@#x, (what an utter disgrace)

The race had started, horses had lined up, eager and ready to go

A roar from the crowd became quite loud, everyone in the know

The gates went up, the horses surged forward, to be the better horse

“Theyre off” Bill hollered and forged his way, still dripping mud of course

pushing through the crowd while screaming out loud “Go ya lil beauty”

I was polite, stood and held the gate and respectfully did my duty

Held the tickets, got the drinks, just in case of a celebration

But to our dismay, our horse went the wrong way, to find the destination

“Oh cripes” Bill cried, “It should have died, I just lost a hundred bucks”

“If they call horse racing fun, they’ve got to be dumb.   It just blinky sucks”

The morale of the story is, from a friend, don’t beg, steal or borrow

Use only your own money and save some, for them, maybe tomorrow