High Noon For the Horseman
Here, friends is how handicapping poet Frederic John predicts the second leg of the Triple Crown will play out!
Once upon a full moon time
The Battery powered Rail bird
Dreamt of a Chrome Domed Ride
Which End eth in Triumph, but
Not with the Triple Crown,
In the Royal Sport, of
But Now, in this Age of Nyquist,
It’s a Vision, Not a Dream!
What vision, pray tell?
Why, An E-Bay, Crowd-Funder; A Sure
Gimme, Gimme: Worth its weight in Hay,
Dear Horse Man Horse Lady– It is
a Wedge of God-generated Peelings of Squash
(Butternut, yet, you gasp!)
In the streamlined Shape, of Nyquist’s Mane and
Nape! Yea, for Flying down the sandy stretch of
B-More’s Preakness Lane:
You shall view Anew,
Trailed by an Unworthy Mount such as Cherry Wine,
Aussome Won, or Lao-Bab! The showdown, just past High Noon;
Would cause Andrew beyer or even Gary Cooper’s Cowboy Ghost
To keel over in a Wounded Swoon!