The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418 Message #2352308
Posted By: Amos
29-May-08 - 03:40 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
DOwn past the seven-fifty mark!
THeir steely hooves were flying!
And the flying mounts with rolling eyes,
Grabbed air like they were dying.
But they never faltered, slowed or shied,
THey could not slow or stay;
For the crops came down and the heels dug in,
For the 24 of K.
There are men who love theor horses well,
Who think them fine and fair
But they'll drive a stallion half to hell
When a prize is in the air;
And there are lasses who will swoon,
To stroke a gentle flank
Who screamed for blood, for the thundering feet
Were money in the bank.
ANd the horses' blood, and the horses' foam
Scattered wide in the summery air
And the sweat of the battle ran like blood
Through the fine and windblown hair.
And the thud of the endless pounding hoofs
And the cannon roars of the crowd
And the dust in the wind, and the summer sun,
Were hot, and long and loud.