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The Races

I've won a day at the races For me and my friend Doreen Maguire Posh frocks and new hats That's what we require. So off we go shopping Hair and nails done on the way Well we girls want to lookj our best For the big race day. Now Doreen's buxom and curvy Me I'm thin as a latt Or you could say slim and slender And Doreen's just fat. We went in loads of shops Nothing seemed to fit the bill Everything was kind of frumpish And we're definitly not over the hill. Then we came accross this shop In a side street in the town It's called Reds Closet Boutique And we both came out with a gown. We got fascinators to match Shoes, accessories and bags too Doreen got something in pink I got something in blue. It was the day of the races We were up with the lark Had our lunch at Tom and Jerry's Then off to Haydock Park. The horses are under starters orders And I'd backed the grey Well it came home last But it was winning all the way. Now we came to the last race And we're digging deep in our pocket Doreen said put it on this It's called Super Rocket. Well it romped hom at 50/1 This horse called Super Rocket And me and Doreen Maguire Went home with brass in our pocket. © Hazel
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Sep 11, 2012
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