The missing score-draws man,
the last-fence fall of the favourite man,
the winning double on the wire,
sweating on the last number,
one nudge away from the jackpot man,

of a two dogs stuck back-to-back up a ginnel
pint o' heavy
hard graft
hairy-chest town,

who's lost his job,
can't find work,
and who's wife walked out,

is wearing a face
like a pit-bull
chewing a wasp.

He's got a life, this man,
this forecast the wrong way round man,
this bound to score but was given offside man,
this came in first but there's a Stewards' enquiry man,

and he'll tell you all about it,
see if he won't.

©Joe Fearn