The Race

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #237

Words:  chop, piece, law, hike, drone, ramp, bucks, bay, cross, believe, match, see

Chop Suey–
ten bucks to one
odds. That bay
can run! Unbelievable.
What a match
for his jockey. Next
time I’ll ramp up
my bet. Aw, don’t look
so cross. Quit dronin’
on and on. If you want
a piece of the action,
stick with me. Now take
a hike, see? You wouldn’t
wanna be late,
and have the law out
lookin’ for you,
on account of the missus.
Gimme me a call next week.
I’ll give you some pointers, kid.

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to The Race

  1. oldegg says:

    Many years ago we lived close to a racecourse in the UK. What a different world it was to mingle with the crowd and see both sides interact; punters, spruikers (touts), bookies, hangers on, hopefuls, ne’er do wells, the whole lot all living in hope for some easy money. The horses on the other hand seems pleased to have a run! Just don’t be taken for a ride!

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  2. Oh my gosh, you took this lit of words in a direction I’d never thought of–good one!

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  3. Jae Rose says:

    I’d forget about the horses and run like the wind away from him! you depicted him so clearly even i would attempt a sprint

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