IRISH HORSE RACING STORY

RACING IS A NATIONAL PASTIME,

I SOON GOT ACCUSTOMED TO THE

REVEREND FATHERS,

RUSHING PAST ME TO GET A BET

ON AT THE RACE TRACK. 

MY MATE TREVOR SPOTTED ONE REVEREND

FATHER MAKING A BIG FUSS OF A HORSE

IN THE PARADE RING. 

AMAZINGLY THE HORSE WENT ON

TO WIN THE NEXT RACE EASILY.

WE TOOK GREAT INTEREST WHEN WE SAW

THE SAME REVEREND FATHER BLESS ANOTHER

HORSE IN THE NEXT RACE,

BLOW ME, THIS HORSE WON TOO. 

WELL WE WERE HOT ON THE REVEREND FATHER'S

COAT TAILS FOR THE THIRD RACE AND AS SOON

AS HE PATTED A HORSE CALLED FOXY LOXY,

WE RACED OFF TO GET THE BEST ODDS

WE COULD WITH THE BOOKIES.

FOXY LOXY WAS WELL UP WITH THE PACE

ON THE FIRST CIRCUIT, BUT DOWN THE BACK

STRAIGHT FOR THE SECOND TIME,

FOXY LOXY DROPPED TO THE REAR. 

THEN TO OUR CHAGRIN IT DROPPED

DEAD BY THE WATER JUMP.

WHEN WE WENT BACK TO THE BAR,

WE FELL INTO CONVERSATION WITH A LOCAL

AND TOLD HIM THE TALE OF THE REVEREND FATHER.

'BE GORA' HE SAID,

'YOU HAVE TO LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN

WHEN REVEREND MURPHY IS BLESSING

A HORSE AND WHEN HE IS GIVING IT

THE LAST RITES'.