Rocky
Rocky, Rocky
Longed to be a jockey,
But poor Rocky,
Was far too stocky,
More muscles than the horse,
Eliminated him of course,
He tried to slim down,
To win the Derby Crown,
But failed at this,
And was destined to miss,
The goal he sought so bad,
He watched from Kentucky Downs,
With naught but frowns,
And angered that,
Those little clowns,
Had the job he did covet
And they did not love it,
For each of them, it seems,
Wanted to be a muscleman,
That was their fondest dreams.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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