The Racing Certainty

collects his benefits from hole in the wall Luck is on his side, that's his school of thought His mate has given him a hot tip, good man Paul the stable lad, he's in the know well he ought Because he said put your shirt on this one A racing certainty, can't lose, a walk over, He enters the bookies, nothing can go wrong, Writes his betting slip, looking over his shoulder, Planning to double his money, odds not too long, Five minutes to the start, he counts his returns In his head, stalls are being loaded, starter ready Flag drops stalls open, there off, his stomach churns, hustling and bumping for position, he feels unsteady, He's watching the race but his mind begins to wonder Starts thinking what treats to buy for his three kids A lovely bouquet of flowers for his devoted woman Get a take away, perhaps a Chinese sticky spare ribs Things will be great when this racing certainty comes in Then shouts from other punters, roaring get in my son Then came the realisation, devastation, deflation, No such thing as a racing certainty, all his money gone.