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Form

A treble at Royal Ascot:

Parthenon, Virginia Boy

and Karabas hit the jackpot.

So I wondered why 

 

I shouldn’t gauge with precision -

apply science to a sport -

every horse-race of the season;

study form, in short.

 

How much faster will a horse run

if he shoulders 5lb. less

in a Two Mile Chase at Taunton?

Thus did I obsess.

 

Dividing time into distance

by the burden on a back

was the purpose of existence -

and my handicap.

 

Now it’s poetry I measure

feet and metre to a verse,

all weighed down by dull endeavour –

if not somewhat worse.

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Ray Miller

Thu 8th Mar 2012 10:56

Thanks, chaps.I love that horse run/ Taunton rhyme.

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 7th Mar 2012 11:42

Phil Bull knew about time and form,
When getting it right was sweeter
Than being beaten out of sight
Or bested by feet or metre.
I wrote some horseracing verse and must see if I still have it somewhere. One of the poems was about "Danum Dancer" a 2yr old from a small stable that won £100,000 in the Redcar 2 Yr Trophy race - and never did anything of note afterwards. That's racing!
Be lucky!

<Deleted User> (10123)

Wed 7th Mar 2012 10:48

Good'ay Ray,
I like a wordsmith wot can rhyme and bounce along metrically. Don't know much about betting on 'orses and still don't but liked the enjoyment gained from this fine verse.
Ta much, keep it coming.

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