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The raindrops, are quietly gathered
in the stalls
now, thundering hooves, pawing the
ground,
anxious for the start, at the
7.45from Sundown.
The gun goes off like lightning, And
they're off.
leaping the first fence in a bunch,
they land in
the mud with a splash; the crowd of
crows go
wild, as bit-Of-A-Drip surges into
the lead.
Close behind is Storm-Sausage, who is
on
sizzling good form. But but
don't believe it!
Cats'n Dogs comes bucketing down,
Their
owner, Lobelia Completely Barking is
jumping
up and down, cheering her horse on.
It's neck
and neck the wind is screaming in
their ears, at
the last hurdle, the dreadful
umbrella jump,
impossible, incredible,
Cloud-Cuckoo-Land drifts
into the lead, and Rain-In-The-Neck
is down and
it's Bit-Of-A-Drip, with
Homes-Sleet-Home, but in
at the finish by the seat of his
pants, at a
hundred-to-sun, it's Soaking-Wetbum!
By: Andrew
Fusek Peters
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