THE WORDSMITH'S CUP
Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 9:34 am
Doing some clean up of my files and came across this old one written back in 2010 - good for a giggle
THE WORDSMITHS CUP ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Right oh Ladies and Gentlemen ...........
We are under starters orders they are queuing at the gate
Old Bill is getting toey and Marty can hardly wait
Peely's tossing his head around Miss Zondrae's in a flap
but Glenny Girl is calm and steady, Heather's Hope just took a nap.
They're off! – they're off - oh Holy Moly what a brilliant start
see them racing, forward facing – Lucky that. They've got good heart,
and today Ladies and Gentlemen is beautiful – don't you agree
that we couldn't have a better day for Aussie Poetry
Oh!... There's a stumble. No! He's right! I think it was Delaney's Call,
but he's back in there and running – doesn't seem to fazed at all;
and the long shot on the rail that sweet lovely grey mare ...
don't discount her folks, she's a stayer, quiet achiever but she's there.
And there's that Mare from Jurien – across from WA
keep an eye on her folks 'cause she just might beat The Grey.
Old Bill is really battling , he's not down for the count -
neck and neck with Miss Zondrae , he's an old bush country mount.
Campbell's Kingdom is under the whip – the old blokes really striving
hard pressed by Delaney's Call and Piggott's Pride is arriving
on the fence ; he sees an opening and quick as lightning he's through.
Number nine wearing the white cap ---- and here comes Moody Blue
Moody Blue's in the running – he's not been beaten yet
and Walla Walla has a chance – always an each way bet.
A Walk on the Whiteside is running hard on the rails
with Nobbly Nev behind him almost clinging to his tail.
Don't you just love the races folks? A day that's hard to beat.
To share a beer with mates and friends – stand yarning in the heat.
Oh look Tru Blu and Old Bill are running flank to flank
and I never had a bet on them - no money in my bank.
At end of day no matter who crosses first past the post
every one of them are winners – each of them can truly boast
that the Wordsmiths Cup they entered and the Wordsmiths Cup they ran
and they all write great Bush Poetry – because they bloody can.
THE WORDSMITHS CUP ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Right oh Ladies and Gentlemen ...........
We are under starters orders they are queuing at the gate
Old Bill is getting toey and Marty can hardly wait
Peely's tossing his head around Miss Zondrae's in a flap
but Glenny Girl is calm and steady, Heather's Hope just took a nap.
They're off! – they're off - oh Holy Moly what a brilliant start
see them racing, forward facing – Lucky that. They've got good heart,
and today Ladies and Gentlemen is beautiful – don't you agree
that we couldn't have a better day for Aussie Poetry
Oh!... There's a stumble. No! He's right! I think it was Delaney's Call,
but he's back in there and running – doesn't seem to fazed at all;
and the long shot on the rail that sweet lovely grey mare ...
don't discount her folks, she's a stayer, quiet achiever but she's there.
And there's that Mare from Jurien – across from WA
keep an eye on her folks 'cause she just might beat The Grey.
Old Bill is really battling , he's not down for the count -
neck and neck with Miss Zondrae , he's an old bush country mount.
Campbell's Kingdom is under the whip – the old blokes really striving
hard pressed by Delaney's Call and Piggott's Pride is arriving
on the fence ; he sees an opening and quick as lightning he's through.
Number nine wearing the white cap ---- and here comes Moody Blue
Moody Blue's in the running – he's not been beaten yet
and Walla Walla has a chance – always an each way bet.
A Walk on the Whiteside is running hard on the rails
with Nobbly Nev behind him almost clinging to his tail.
Don't you just love the races folks? A day that's hard to beat.
To share a beer with mates and friends – stand yarning in the heat.
Oh look Tru Blu and Old Bill are running flank to flank
and I never had a bet on them - no money in my bank.
At end of day no matter who crosses first past the post
every one of them are winners – each of them can truly boast
that the Wordsmiths Cup they entered and the Wordsmiths Cup they ran
and they all write great Bush Poetry – because they bloody can.
I remember this one Maureen but I had forgotten "Nobbly Nev" We sure do miss the rest of the starters.
