Much like our last duet, writing with Too Full To Write is always a challenge for me. The first was about Pirates and this is about Horse Racing. I know nothing about either one. So different from my random, free flow stuff. While it is challenging for me it is a nice change of pace. This one he suggested be about the Aintree, Grand National. I hobbled along and finished in last place I think lol.
I don’t have any pictures of a horse of any kind but I do have a picture of Perry the Platypus riding a duck 🙂
Written by Too Full To Write and HastyWords
Ladies’ Day at Aintree, it’s The Grand National
Pulses racing faster than horses, understandable
The hats match the outfits, exquisite, outrageous
Out for fun, mischievous, they mean business
The atmosphere ripe with anticipated excitement
As the riders mentally prepare to meet the fences
Head on, full speed, a recipe for equine tragedy
The Ladies’ squirming from intense rider bravery
A spot of Pimms in the afternoon goes down nicely
They appear to have brought a jug, we’re all squiffy
The riders, they look so much smaller from up here
As if our whole group we’re up riding in a helicopter
My fair ladies all jibber jabby and a bit improper
As the gin begins to loosen their wits, jibby jibby jabber
A horse named Weird Al made them all laugh
As they began a clumsy chorus of “Smells like Nirvana”
The horses rally at their posts, nostrils flaring like car exhausts
Then suddenly they’re off, with Big Boy’s Trousers going first
I never would have guessed, on account of his gammy leg
With Stumbling Candy Gravy starting to spill over into third
Big Daddy Nacho had a really cute jockey the ladies all liked
To beat the odds, long that they were, stamina would be the key
Ladies held their breath and held each other’s hands, as he pulled ahead
The stadium roared to life as this unlikely winner took it by lengths
Now the press wanted pictures, the lucky rider on the front page
Surrounded by the ladies that helped make this a very special day
They wore their grins of cheekiness as much as he wore out his horse
All that could be heard afterward was the popping of champagne corks!
HA!!!
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I don’t know what is more fun – the poem or the superb picture – bravo and thank you for making my day again!
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Nice work! 😀
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