Dirty Betty the Horse of Cause

Did…I…. tell you my father had a horse? This story is true, you know that, of cause Well, one day, we found her, with her legs in the air Chewing a pair of my dad’s old smelly underwear The poor old nag had broke out in a sweat The old fart decided to take her to the vet So off they set off down the farm trail She moved a little faster than a French escargot snail At the end of the farm she began to bolt For twenty meters like a young colt They had reached Ascot where a horse race was about to start And behind her she dragged my dad the old fart It was not long before they were on the race track With my father flapping like a half mask flag at the back The gun sounded and the horses began to race But all slowed down behind the old nag at a steady pace. No matter now much the jockeys gave their horses the nudge They wouldn’t take over, they wouldn’t budge She eventually won 1st prize And dad 2nd with a bruised pride While dad lay there out of breath on the ground They presented him with a cheque of two thousand eight hundred pound Later the vet told dad she would have never been beat For the old nag surprisingly was on heat. *A Horse is A Horse Of Course... Contest by Tirzah Conway*