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Everyone’s welcome to enter just post your poem on this thread before the <u>1st of July</u> then I’ll add a poll which will decide the winner. The only rules is the poem has to be about Horse Racing or TRF.
<b>A mystery prize will be awarded to the winner</b>.
Ante-post odds (bets must be placed before the 1st entry)
Gamble 10/11 (with a run) 6/1 without
Drone 5/2
TAPK 4/1
Ginger 7/1
Betlarge 9/1
Aaronizneez 12/1
jbale 16/1
Grimes 20/1
Mr Pilsen 33/1
Triptych 33/1
jonibake 33/1100/1 bar
Cormack 1000/1
Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
LAY, LAY 5/2 Drone
PLAY, PLAY 20/1 GrimesThere was a young man from Taunton
Who thought this thread would brighten
With Gamble away
He hoped Drone would play
Who tried his best
When taking the test
But it’s obvious now
He just ain’t John MiltonEr…that’s it, sorry about the scanning. What’s an Iambic Pentameter?
VTC, I hope that’s a price request and not your poem……
Drone you’re out to 4/1.
Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
This Lounge was once called chill out
now it’s not, what’s that all about?Now you can see that my 33/1 looks quite short
I think that Nathan should add a nought.Unoriginal but since my names down…
Va va va voom!
Just put Frankel in a room,
To spend some time together,
With Black Caviar,
Boom boom boom boom!The Fairy Tale
The Coral Eclipse looked a mighty fine race
the four in the field were strong and had paceDawn Approach lead them on a fine fast clip
to steal a wide lead and give um the slipAl Kazeem and Farhh were soon bustled along
but Snow Fairy in rear was still travelling strongManning looked around, his face looked quite scary
as there catching up was mighty Snow FairyThe crowd got louder and cheered for the Snow
race was nearly finishing and she started to flowShe went past Dawn Approach one furlong out
back at home watching telly I started to shoutI gave an almighty cheer as She was 1st past the line
She had won it in style, in a fashion quite fineThe comeback queen had really, really shone
and I had back her ante post at 100 to oneGaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
The Ante-Post King
(best to chant syllables)
He con-si-ders him-self The King of fore-sight.
T’ be-lieve that you’d have t’ be of ve-ry poor sight.
Make-ing over-all pro-fit
on just one day
in three-six-ty-five.
So what if
for all o’er days
is need t’ duck-‘n’-dive?Back-ing so ma-ny lose-ers
Spend-ing time in the boo-zer
work-ing by day as a cow….boy… buil-der.
Very Sor-ry,
that should read
“pro-per-ty dev-e-lop-er”.Called me a char-la-tan, cheat ‘n’ fake.
Wish he’d shut-up….for Christ’s sake!
About that one big win-ner backed a-gain and a-gain,
and a-gain and a-gain and a-gain and a-gain.
Tell-ing us for-rum-ites to "back like men",
At twen-ty to one, six-teen to one, twelves and tens.He has **** all mon-ey
and in such a sad state.
I’d bet-ter stop faf-fing…
Hey you mate –
Stop laugh-ing!
I don’t think it’s fun-ny!Can not help feel-ing at least some sym-pa-thy
He’s down in the dumps get-ting hand outs for free.
There’s Ed-die A-hern, Det-tor-ri and Zar-oo-ni
He is none of those three, so not so bad re-ally.A laugh, good or-a-tor and great-er write-er,
at least if yo’r mon-i-ker’s not Gin-ger-tip-ster.
But I’m hap-py to ad-mit,
this place would not be the same
with-out T-A P-K lis-tid,
in the-race-ing…for-rum names.Backs ve-ry few win-ners
but can pick a rick.
I’ll send ‘im to din-ner
with that John Mc-Crir-rick
‘Till he puts his hands up and con-fess,
That it’s his fault race-ing is in such a mess!Value Is EverythingHow about a trio of haiku I wrote for a series of something or other a few years ago.
Kelso
I won the placepot
Fourteen pounds and twenty pence
Little fish are sweetKempton
We met Alan Potts
Who gave us a winning tip
We didn’t back it.Aintree
Churchtown Boy, Suny Bay,
Crisp, Clan Royal, What’s Up Boys,
My Grand Nationals…Nathan this is a little poem about a day at Newmarket in 1996 when my racing friend and I backed a 20/1 winner who beat Singspiel at the July Course. The horse was Posidonas and a certain racing pundit was standing in front of us not too pleased by the result and our reaction, so much so that he left the Races to go and play Cricket and we heard it reported in the news that evening that he had broken his finger.
It goes like this:
When Julian failed to bowl a maiden over
It happened down at Newmarket a memory that will linger –
You’ve guessed it, yes it was that day when Julian broke his finger.He blamed it on two women who had backed a high priced nag,
Which Julian would have only have described to be The Rag.
The horse..a well bred colt by the champion Slip Anchor
Obliged at 20 pounds to one
And Julian thought you w….. (little rascal)For Jules had backed the favourite who’d run a rotten race,
But he clutched his form book bravely – as the tears ran down his face
Then wifey came up to the stands with fingers in her ear
And what she said to Julian we caused to overhear‘Those women backed the winner – and their screaming is obscene’
‘let’s go Jules – I hear they’re playing Cricket on the GreenSeveral hours later it was Julian who was yelling
As he held his little pinky as the nurse bandaged the swelling!
And wifey once again had both her fingers in her ears
It really wasn’t Julian’s day – BUT IT WAS THE BEST WE’D HAD IN YEARSand still having them Nathan
I’m having £5 each way on your poem and Gingers
(hedging by bets )
Jac
Things turn out best for those who make the best of how things turn out...The Professional
Ruthless I am or so I portray,
I bet every horse in a race,
and very rarely Lay
Jus cos I’m Ginger
dont mean that I’m Gay
But I do have a Soft spot
for TAPK.He’s the King who’s Ring
sends me dingaling dong
I dream about him
wearing a thong
His Foresight is so right
and mine is so wrong
My little shrimp
cant Shwim with his Schlong.But I’ll never give in
trying to be like him
He’s a legend on here
his lights never dim
Year after year
he does it again
profound words
come from his pen.A single arrow
flown in an arc
its razor sharp tip
hits its ‘Mark’
His styles unique
no one can poach
TAPK
takes a ‘Different Approach’.I’ve tried to make him
look a prat
but everytime
I end up the T*at
he’s the prophet
of Profit
I have to confess
whilst my Ginger threads
jus lookin a mess.Why am i jus so obsessed
I cant settle for 2nd best
but try as I may
he’s the King
lets just rejoice
Cheer and sing
for he is racings lord
The King of Foresight
that is Gord.Great poem Gord.
Then again my Lord
it must be said,
it’s your fav subject.
Your…
good…
self!Your good health.
Value Is Everything1973
Up went the tape, as the starter began the race,
The first horse hit the deck, dirt covered the jockeys face,
Four or Five fences jumped now, faster and faster got the pace,
A tail enders jockey gets busier, he’d be lucky to get a place,Down to the mighty Beechers, and over the Chair,
Across the Melling Road and away from the crowds glare,
Punters grasping there tickets, winnings they would not share,Only two to jump now, the roar of the crowd like thunder,
Was anything going to catch this fabulous horse from down under?Round the Elbow now surely nothing would get past,
Pitman a Grand National winner it would happen at last,
One final look round, Pitmans face was aghast,
Another horse was flying, finishing fast,Past the post they went and Pitmans face was glum,
He and Crisp were run down by the mightyRed Rum
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