In they came,
Smiles all over their faces,
Just stopping for coffee
Before going to their heaven,
Their heaven of Cheltenham,
Going there to see The Gold Cup.
They will watch it.
They may bet in it.
Cheer their horse on to win.
But I wonder,
I wonder if they will be in heaven,
Or will they be in hell,
When the race is over.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It has been the week of the Cheltenham Races and the Midland where I live has been so busy with people going to the races. Yesterday we were in our usual haunt drinking coffee when seven guys came in obviously on their way to Cheltenham to see the Gold Cup the top race of the week. I wrote this for them and gave it to them. They were delighted.
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Had to google "Cheltenham".
Much to learn there is.
You really gave it to them? That's pretty cool.
I wonder how much money they won or lost? I enjoyed the lesson, thanks Finch.
Thanks Nicholas, by the look of them in all their finery they could afford to lose.
I often give people poems that I write about them, especially in the Coffee Bar that we frequent very regularly, they call me " The Resident Poet" in there.
That's an awesome thing, man. Newfound respect for you. I knew you gave a poem to an old couple once, though I had no idea that you did it regularly.
A good write Gold. We have Ascot (England, UK, for USA and other readers) near-ish to us, so it's toffs for Royal Ascot.
Thanks Orchi, it is generally the Irish that come to Cheltenham in droves and they are always great.
It's been a week where a real conundrum exists - to watch Cheltenham or the jesters and their shenanigans in Parliament . They had every right to be pleased with this write Andy.
Thank you Michael, they were great, all full of good cheer and smiles.
Yuk @ gambling. a pet hate of mine.
Now that we have high definition TV with huge screens i find the horse racing a joy to watch though, but i do wish they would not show the betting odds as i think this is an inducement to bet.
I think you are a brave person handing over your poems.
Yes gambling is an awful thing to get into. Saying that though many years ago a few of us from work went to Sandown Races; we saw Shergar win - that shows how long ago it was. At the time the minimum bet on a race was £5 so you had to be prepared to lose £30 over the afternoon, I didn't come of that badly but we went to Catford Dog Racing in the evening and what I lost on the horses I made up on the dogs and came away from a great day out breaking even.
I often hand over poems to those I write about, especially in the coffee bar that we frequent very regularly, I am known up there as 'The Resident Poet'.
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