“We all know I’ll have another’s fate. But that’s racing, folks”
All around the watch tower
Even in a golden bower
I guard ‘gainst my vices-
Alky I’ve put on ice,
Shootin’ up was never nice.
And at my age, raw sex–Nix!
As to matters of the horse,
E’en so, I’ll play, of course.
Lottery wearies me. Just numbers.
Look at last May, I saw Animal Kingdom
through
The fray – that was a steed!
Took care of my needs.
(Successfully have I dispelled
from memory
The day I was hung upside of my mammaries
By Chuck Town Cholly, in a men’s room
stall
Till the change I owed him rained on in.
No one out in the Sports Palace heard
the din!)
Ahh, today, once again ‘tis the Sport of
Kings,
Though my tout Teeth of The Dog,
didn’t
Do a doggone thing.
The trifecta be darned,
It’s my sweet tarn, to cry out,
with a hundred million race fans,
“I think, I’LL HAVE ANOTHER!”
Thirty-four years of fan frustration
Shall then be smothered,
Or as the French say, “ETOUFFE!”
