Horse At the Gate
Eager to gait they were lined up at the gate
A hoarse commentator announced the favorite horse
The start pistol was fired and the race began
A roaring crowd was known at this racecourse
Time seemed like it just flew by and the race was now over
The commentator realizing he indeed was getting the flu
The crowd favorite was of course the winner
This wasn't the first time as there had been more than a few
A chance to see the winner gait up close
Racing club members were moved to gate four
A replacement arrived and the commentator was relieved
So hoarse was he his voice was no more
A day of racing is just a job for some
But to most that attend it's a great day of fun!
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