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The Race Is Run


Frank E Gibbard
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Frank E Gibbard

The course chased, stretched forth

Ahead in racing challenge, the driver

Gripped the controls, head of the

Whole field speeding onwards fast

To the grand prix, and triumphal glee.

One final curve a waving flag and then:

The champagne moment and accolade,

Sweet bubbles sprayed

A frothy flow of lemonade,

All in the derby afterglow.

He's feeling sticky, slightly damp,

First at last: the soap box champ.

Edited by Frank E Gibbard
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rosschandler

perfect length. nice verse. this poem had a black and white, nostalgic energy about it. !

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  • 1 month later...

Lovely Frank, I too remember the original- But this just made me smile!

 

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