Here is a little Kentucky Derby Poem I wrote during the post parade, it is quick and rough
Every year on the first Saturday in May
In the land where the blue grass grows
More than hundred and fifty thousand gather
Where the bourbon flows
The poor and the rich
The famous and unknown
All have their opinions
Everyone and their mother has one no one is alone
They say it is the fastest two minutes in sports
But it is the longest wait for those who know
From players, trainers and owners
We all know only twenty will make it
From the tens of thousands foals
When the first Saturday comes
There will be all the parties and fun
Everybody who is anybody
Will be there to see those three year olds run
When everybody comes to Louisville in May
They are there to be under the Twin Spires
The women and their hats, mint juleps and more
Will one have what it takes to beat Big Red’s
Derby record under the wire
It is the first race of the Triple Crown
The Derby is the run for the roses
In the end there is only one winner
Only one when the cameras flash
Who will be striking their pose
With all the money bet on the race
Some are serious some just for fun
There are those who lose and those who won
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