Lent poem #32

Grand National day today,  an event I managed to get to in my youth in Liverpool. Still magical and exciting, even though I never manage to pick the winner.

 

 

First time inside a betting shop

this year. I only chose to stop

and place a modest stake,

(often a huge mistake)

 – just a little bit of a flutter

and soon I start to mutter,

 as my horse brings up the rear.

Perhaps it has an innate fear

of fences.

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