Here we go, the bets are in.
I've Mullins in the first,
Wow that Cheltenham roar is loud.
She fell already, I must be cursed.
Oh not to worry.
Plenty more races on the card.
I'm sure I'll pick a winner,
It can't really be that hard.
Now I see a jockey called Rachel
She seems to have skill more than most
I'll back her in this one.
Ho ho be God, she's first past the post.
On to the champion hurdle.
Two miles and half a furlong.
Preview night tips in my pocket.
The trainer got this one full wrong.
Down again, having just broke even
Next up is the Boodles.
This could be the difference
Between having steak or noodles
Now my friend is at the bar,
I take deep consideration.
Should I go with Johnjo.
I must pop out for a urination.
Upon my return.
The drinks have been poured.
I've placed my biggest bet.
They are off, we all roared.
My hands are getting sweaty.
My heart quickens every beat.
The field remains quite close.
I'm on the edge of my seat.
I take a drop of brandy.
To rest my nerves mid race
Where did this lad come from.
80/1 winner, my horse in 2nd place.
Taking my hands from my head.
I realise Ronan has the horse that won.
Maybe it's steaks after all?
This horse racing is such fun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem