A Poem: ARKLE

[Apache]

ARKLE:

 

It happened in the springtime of the year of '64,

When Englishmen were making pounds and fivers by the score,

He beat them on the hollows,

He beat them on the jumps,

A pair of fancy fetlocks well he showed 'em all the ropes.

 

He's English, he's English,

As English as you please,

A little bit of Arab stock,

And more from Steven's Green,

Take a look at Millhouse,

And throw out your chest with pride,

He's the greatest steeplechaser in the English countryside.

 

Then a quiet man called Draper,

Living in the Emerald Isle said,

"That horse of yours called Millhouse,

Surely shows a bit of style,

But I've a little fellow,

And Arkle is his name,

Put your money where you put your mouth and,

Then we'll play the game".

 

Well the English racing gentlemen laughed fit to burst,

"You've tried before Tom Draper,

And then you came off worse,

If you think your horse can beat us,

You're running short of brains,

This is Millhouse that your talking about and not those beastly dames".

 

Arkle now is five to two Millhouse has many on,

I believe they say "The champion has it won!",

There are other horses in the race to test to the great chap's might,

But deary me it's plain to see the rest are out of sight,

 

Three more fences now to go,

He leads by twenty lengths,

Brave Arkle's putting in a show,

Poor chap he's all but spent,

Millhouse sweeps on majestically,

Great glory in his stride,

He's the greatest horse undoubtedly within the whole wide isle,

 

Two to go, still he comes,

Cutting down the lead,

He's beating for the shouting,

But he hasn't got the speed,

On the run up to the last,

"My God! Can he hold out?

Look behind you Willy Robinson!,

Man what are you about?",

Arkle's half bent over,

With tatters more in hand,

"He's passing England's Millhouse,

The finest in the land!"

 

"My God! he has us beaten,

What can we English say?"

 

"The ground was wrong, the distance long,

To earn the proper pay!"

 

[ 29 June 2002, 12:32 PM: Message edited by: Apache ]

[chesters1]

a poem about a horse :confused:

[Newt]

Well I liked it.