They are measured by

They are measured by the hand,

And they run by the yard.

They run on grass – and run mighty hard.

And once a year they have their say,

IT’S KENTUCKY DURBY DAY!

The hats and bonnets - and colorful bows,

In as many colors - as a Maine rainbow.

The jockeys -and their caps,

their stirrup - and their chaps,

all setting together -  in their poses,

Waiting for the running of the roses.

The competition is keen, and all want to win,

Even though in loosing – not a sin.

But good or bad – only one is best,

And that is not good – for all the rest.

All at the starting gate - ready to go,

Are twenty horses - none are slow.

Around the first turn – here they come,

All hurled together - as almost one.

But out of the crowd – like a shot from a rifle,

Comes this black stud with white on its ankle.

Believe it or not -  he’s a twenty to one,

How many bets on him – a few -  just for fun.

They bet on this long shot – out of devotion!

As he races -  ‘round the track,

He is now being followed  - by the pack.

In the lead by two lengths or so,

He’s running so fast – the others look slow.

Around the last turn – and 1/8 mile to run,

He runs out of gas – and he had almost won.

History will show - this horse a joke,

He runs like this - to poke fun at the folks.

They bet their money – because they thought,

They had a solution  - for this horse named,

“ABSOLUTION”

The horse that won – went off at two to one,

It didn’t pay much - but the day was fun!

With all the color – and so much glamor,

Fancy drinks - and all that clamor,

It wasn’t a surprise – when all the betters,

Felt a need for “ABSOLUTION” …….

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