The country came to a standstill
As punter’s brows perspired in the heat.
Jockeys were anxious, in for the kill
With a score or more horses to beat.

The nation’s best crowded the stalls.
Hearts thumped as the moment neared.
Waiting were the men of Tatts ‘n’ alls,
With slips clasped tighter as the heat seared.

They jumped away, racing this time,
Horses pushing to get near the rail.
Some burn both ends from the start line
As they all strive, and try not to fail

The last furlong, hearts are in mouths
As the best few fight for the lead-
They finish, and the winner stands proud,
While losing punters stare and read,
Asking, why had they bet on another steed.