He prayed -

Prayed profusely.

His horse was coming from behind

A furlong to go

A length behind

Please, Jesus, please

Please let him win!

Coming to the winning-post

He prayed again - an inward scream

A tenner at twenty-to-frigging-one

God! C’mon! C’mon!

His church - the bookies office

His bible - the betting slip

His priest - the counter clerk

His saviour - a twenty-to-one shot

The horse won

But after a stewards enquiry

Was disqualified.

Overuse of the whip. Agony.

The scourge of all punters

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