Poem about my mate and myself who have been mates for 35 years.
We’ve been mucks now for 35 years,
and most Sat’s we’ll share a few beers,
its all about getting out for foxy and the Dr.
On sat morn in I’ll pick my horses,
head of to town were we’ll join forces,
in Paddy’s bar we’ll write down are bets,
a bit more study-in and a few more wets,
its all about competing for foxy and the Dr.
Paddy pulls the pints as we wait for are 1st win,
Paul pulls some to, when he eventually comes in,
its all on the last to see who wins the day,
then its off down the bookies to get are pay,
its all about winning for foxy and the Dr.
This is a friendship that yer couldn’t buy,
we’ll be competitive mucks till the day we die,
the grandly gallops v the Brenton downs,
who wins, who cares, as long as we get in the rounds,
its all about taking part for foxy and the Dr…..yer right!!
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