It’s driving me crackers,
the thought of the knackers,
I’ll end up as Pedigree Chum!
So, “Why the long face?”
Well, I lose every race.
It’s hardly surprising I’m glum.
Just look at my jockey,
short-sighted and stocky,
too lumpy a load for a horse!
I lurch from the gate
with his back-breaking weight
to find he can’t follow the course.
The last time he rode me
he took the main road and we
ended up on the M4.
We didn’t get far,
I was hit by a car.
My body can’t take any more!
I hear that they’re planning
to send me for canning.
I could have been famous, a winner.
But now they’ll just bin me,
they’ll dice me and tin me,
and serve me to Spot for his dinner…
.
Paul Hughes
Extremely unique and clever and very fun to read.
You’ll give me a big head! Thanks Linda. Six weeks to go before the deadline for the next sports anthology. I’m turning my thoughts back to sport again…
Excellent! Though extremely sad really…for an avowed horse-lover as I…..but then, if I stop to think of the animal/mammal lives that are ended daily on my dietary account, my conscience wouldn’t be able to stand it!!….tofu anyone?
I guess the M4 reference pinpoints you as a Brit, as well as a wit…..I should have known
Cheers!
Hello Duncan. Yes, a Brit and a vegetarian. A wit? I’ll leave that for others to judge. I only aspire to be called such a thing… Did you happen to come to this site through my parents in laws’ website on Welsh Cobs? Thanks very much for your visit and comment. Merry Christmas, too! Paul