Let’s bet on a horse <br />to finish the course. <br />Let’s win an amount, <br />to boost our account. <br />The jockeys are light, <br />and sunshine is bright, <br />The bookmakers shout, <br />All trying to tout. <br />Sleek fillies parade, <br />Fortunes to be made. <br /> <br />The stalls are all filled. <br />The thrills start to build. <br />They’re off down the straight, <br />not knowing their fate. <br />A few go ahead, <br />but most fall instead. <br />Excitement now mounts, <br />It’s winning that counts. <br />Just one lap to go. <br />Oh, gosh, what a show. <br /> <br />The race has been won. <br />Gee, watching was fun. <br />Celebrations now. <br />winner takes a bow. <br />The others, next year, <br />must move up a gear. <br />And try hard once more, <br />to even the score. <br />For first past the post, <br />what’s yearned for the most. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-past-the-post-the-grand-national/
