Sunday, August 12, 2007

The Cheltenham Gold Cup

Oh, God bless Mick O’Leary,
His horse first past the post.
He answered every query
And never once did boast.
The Ride of the Valkyrie
Had everyone engrossed,
The aftermath was eerie,
As though we’d seen a ghost.
The weather may be dreary,
With cloud from coast to coast,
But God bless Mick O’Leary-
He needs it more than most.


And bless his horse, so keenly paced
That bore its passenger with haste,
That ran the race with strength and guile,
A mirror of its owner’s style.
Ensured he didn’t get there late,
And did not carry extra weight.)

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