Treasure Island

Jack Growden

(1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Dearest Nelly


Dearest Nelly,
Grey is your coat,
Smooth and sleek
Paying high on the tote.

We’re on the punt,
We’ve been down all night,
But race eight is here
There goes the red light!

Roaring out of the pink box
You’re straight in the hunt.
That bloody favourite
Has snuck in front.

But not for long,
For you’re closing in fast.
So don’t stop now
Nelly, keep racing past!

Mere seconds remaining,
There’s just the straight to run.
Please dearest Nelly,
We need this one!
Oh Nelly you’ve won it:
The hounds’ war of all wars.
You carried us to heaven
Like an angel with paws.

In our darkest hour,
You sent us fair into the black
So dearest Nelly,
You’re our queen of the track!

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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Copyright Jack Growden 2013. A tale of good fortune with our favourite greyhound.Please feel free to rate and comment on my work.

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