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Careful, Richard: Chezza’s going to get jealous if he isn’t the subject of every ode in this thread.
Gallop, Gallop as fast as you can
you can’t catch me
I’m Gaelic Warrior, manBlackbeard to conquer the World
“Chezza’s going to get jealous if he isn’t the subject of every ode in this thread.”
Chezza’s Rules Of Poetry
A limerick isn’t really a proper poem.
A poem which isn’t about Chezza isn’t really a proper poem.
Chezza hopes that helps.
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"“A poem which isn’t about Chezza isn’t really a proper poem.”
Damn. I’m going to have to burn all my poetry books now. Good job Marvell wrote To His Not So Coy Chezza- I can at least save that one from the pyre.
I notice that I’m 4 to 1,
even though I’m no poet laureate.
Chezza probably better at this than me,
and will probably win this, he calls it fate.The best things in life are free.
But you can give them to the birds and bees.RedRum77, You can bet 10p on those odds if you wish?
I’ll send my bank details
I’m sure you may win, swish, swishdon’t forget the turnover rules before withdrawal
you can match it with ease
you won’t believe the amount of people
that don’t read the t and c’sBlackbeard to conquer the World
Here you go Nathan….my one and only entry..
If Chezza was a horse
I think he’d be a Hack
With a trainer eating Hob Nobs
sitting on his back.Chezza gazed with hungry eyes
upon his favourite treat
and hatched a plan to steal them
when his trainer went to eat.The trainer carefully placed
the tempting Hob Nobs in a Manger
Ha ha thought Chezza nows my chance
to grab them..there’s no danger.But just as Chezza went to down
the Hob Nobs in one bite
a little mouse jumped out
and gave poor Chezza quite a fright.The mouse began to eat his way
clean through the tasty snack
until he heard some footsteps
Yes the Trainer had come back.The mouse’s stomach was so full
it felt tight as a drum
he felt so ill he scampered off
to get Imodium.The Trainer came back really mad
his Hob Nobs gone astray
and the poor old Hack just got a snack
Of meadowgrass and hay.🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎 Jac x
Things turn out best for those who make the best of how things turn out...The lady is a poet.
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
https://mobile.twitter.com/Ian_Davies_
https://www.facebook.com/ThePointtoPointNHandFlatracingpunter/
It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Brilliant Jac…
I can hear Chezza’s belly rumbling from here
Blackbeard to conquer the World
Many thanks Nathan and Ian..
I burnt the dinner writing that and waiting for the 7.30 at Kempton..
JacThings turn out best for those who make the best of how things turn out...“and the poor old Hack just got a snack
Of meadowgrass and hay.”A Classic – Bit of a sad ending, though!
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Yes it was Ian but the trainer thought the naughty hack had downed his Hob Nobs and needed detoxing.
Things turn out best for those who make the best of how things turn out...Richard will be getting the restriction on his Nathbet account in the morning.
Taking advantage of a late suspension in market due to technical difficulty. He’d steal my shoelaces if I were to blink.
You can 20 pence on Triptych at SPBlackbeard to conquer the World
You are Denise Coates and I claim my £5.
I’m assuming terms and conditions apply to that too…
The colt tipped on the forum, looked fantastic walking round,
A good price in the ring, my monies down,They get to the bushes, the colt eases to the front,
I’m punching the air shouting go on yes, my heart thumping like an old water pump,Into the dip and .. oh no, the jockey is rowing and the colt’s changing his legs,
The rest cruise past and fly on ahead,I curse the tipster, You can guess the name,
I walk slowly back to the paddock to wait and start again.
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