It started on Tuesday, all stuffed from their dinner
The each-way thieves were on to a winner
Twisters grey horse was their number one guy
But he doesn’t go right, that Bristol de Mai
So on to the victor, the great rogue Might Bite
The Brits had a contender, to put up a fight
They’d win Gold for sure, at Cheltenham they reckoned
But wait! cried the hordes, Double Shuffle was second
And then came the Wednesday, would pain have no end?
The whip in the wrong hand, you dumbass Townend
While over at Kempton, with sales on at Zara
Head over heels, went Special Tiara
With Chepstow abandoned, the weather was dour
A grade one, for fucks sake, went to Whiskey Sour
Sharjah and Real Steel they fell with a dunt
Straight after the departure of the bauld Menghli Cunt
A new day it dawned, we thought ‘twould be…