Tote Master
12-22-2006, 05:56 AM
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’Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all over the track
........All the horses were stirring, and even those on their back
The early bets were all made by connections with care
.......In hopes that their entry would eventually be there
The players were settled and their bets all been said
........While visions of dollars signs danced in their head
And I with my laptop in hand, and friends with their cappin’
........We had just sat down for some more race-card flappin’
When out on the track there arose such a clatter.
........We sprang up from our seats to see what was the matter
Then away to the windows we flew like a flash
........I tore open my wallet, to store all the cash
The hoofs left impressions on that new harrowed surface
.........It gave proof of the winner’s illustrious purpose
When, what to my wandering eyes on the tote should appear,
..........But a huge standout, and eight others that never looked very clear
With a little old jock, so poised at a glance
..........I knew in a moment that we must take a chance
More rapid than eagles these horses they came,
..........They were all so familiar, we knew them by name,
Come on Prince of Gold, now its your turn to shine
..........Give it your all so we won’t lose a dime!
At the top of the stretch it suddenly took the lead!
..........Now dash away! Dash away with all of that speed!
As the others began to falter, the Prince starts to fly,
..........While they’re deep in the stretch, many wondered why,
So down the final 16th they all really flew,
..........All trying catch him, but we all ready knew,
And then, with a thunder we all heard the proof
..........The galloping and driving of every big hoof
Then I looked at my tickets, and I was so glad .
..........That I smiled at those who knew what I had
The Prince was all covered from his head round his girth,
..........And his coat was moistened with sweat and dry earth
That bundle of bucks we all stashed away
..........And we felt like a million on that wonderful day
Our eyes – how they glistened because we felt so great!
..........Our pockets were bulging, from all the weight!
The people around us were speechless at best
..........When they heard of our winning on that last horse’s test
Some were stumped at the thought and gritted their teeth
........And the smoke from their cigars hovered over their heads like a wreath
Our broad smiles were obvious, grinning from ear to ear
........That shook these guys up, when we yelled out with a cheer
We were so happy and glad, to see this all happen
.........That I started laughing when I saw my friends clappin’
In a wink of an eye and a twist of his hand to show us his thumb,
...........My friend soon remembered, why he had come
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the window,
...........To Cash all the tickets and fill his pockets with dough
Then swiping a finger along side of his nose
...........And giving a nod to the connections he rose
He sprang back to his seat, to watch all the rest
...........And away each race ran, us knowing the best
Later I heard him yell out, as we all celebrate
"Merry Christmas to All, wasn’t that Great!"
composed by Tote Master - 2006
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’Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all over the track
........All the horses were stirring, and even those on their back
The early bets were all made by connections with care
.......In hopes that their entry would eventually be there
The players were settled and their bets all been said
........While visions of dollars signs danced in their head
And I with my laptop in hand, and friends with their cappin’
........We had just sat down for some more race-card flappin’
When out on the track there arose such a clatter.
........We sprang up from our seats to see what was the matter
Then away to the windows we flew like a flash
........I tore open my wallet, to store all the cash
The hoofs left impressions on that new harrowed surface
.........It gave proof of the winner’s illustrious purpose
When, what to my wandering eyes on the tote should appear,
..........But a huge standout, and eight others that never looked very clear
With a little old jock, so poised at a glance
..........I knew in a moment that we must take a chance
More rapid than eagles these horses they came,
..........They were all so familiar, we knew them by name,
Come on Prince of Gold, now its your turn to shine
..........Give it your all so we won’t lose a dime!
At the top of the stretch it suddenly took the lead!
..........Now dash away! Dash away with all of that speed!
As the others began to falter, the Prince starts to fly,
..........While they’re deep in the stretch, many wondered why,
So down the final 16th they all really flew,
..........All trying catch him, but we all ready knew,
And then, with a thunder we all heard the proof
..........The galloping and driving of every big hoof
Then I looked at my tickets, and I was so glad .
..........That I smiled at those who knew what I had
The Prince was all covered from his head round his girth,
..........And his coat was moistened with sweat and dry earth
That bundle of bucks we all stashed away
..........And we felt like a million on that wonderful day
Our eyes – how they glistened because we felt so great!
..........Our pockets were bulging, from all the weight!
The people around us were speechless at best
..........When they heard of our winning on that last horse’s test
Some were stumped at the thought and gritted their teeth
........And the smoke from their cigars hovered over their heads like a wreath
Our broad smiles were obvious, grinning from ear to ear
........That shook these guys up, when we yelled out with a cheer
We were so happy and glad, to see this all happen
.........That I started laughing when I saw my friends clappin’
In a wink of an eye and a twist of his hand to show us his thumb,
...........My friend soon remembered, why he had come
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the window,
...........To Cash all the tickets and fill his pockets with dough
Then swiping a finger along side of his nose
...........And giving a nod to the connections he rose
He sprang back to his seat, to watch all the rest
...........And away each race ran, us knowing the best
Later I heard him yell out, as we all celebrate
"Merry Christmas to All, wasn’t that Great!"
composed by Tote Master - 2006