Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

At The Races


She flew with wings of speed from the east
A sight to behold like a festive feast
Royalty riches spread on nature's table
Award winning racer left her stable

The envy of greedy eyes and swollen pockets
The last bet hopes pinned on her tickets
She ran like the swift wind and came in first
My wallet swollen and my ego ready to burst

The odds were ten thousand to one on her win
I followed the crowd blindly with frown and grin
For the first time predictions and result lined up
Fate on my side I raise my champagne plastic cup

Lessons learned one day I would regret
Blindly to follow rumors and place a bet
Beginners luck honors and temps my buck
One day with disappointment I'll be stuck

Today; however: I celebrate my newfound joy
I plan to splurge like a politician’s two-faced ploy

April 15,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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