It was his, first blind date-
with a Filly, called winkers

So, just to be coy, he'd go
without blinkers

And though he was senior
a bit long in the tooth

He's shave with a Bulldog®
to look ever so cute

They'd meet at the course
where both had friends racing

He turned up early, chin
grinding and pacing

While he was waiting, he
placed bets on the tote

But his chances of winning
were always remote

Then along in a canter
with haunches from Heaven

Her legs were divine and
her shoes a mere seven

He nickered she neighed
in their mutual salute

With his razor sharp muzzle
he looked quite astute

For a while she was thinking
that he might be aloof

But he later declared he'd
a frog in his hoof

They both took a saunter
by the parade ring

And there just by chance
was his ex, (her old fling)

She flashed them her teeth
and they both saw her bit

She was obviously bi,
the time came to admit

A filly indeed he recalled
to himself

'Tis now I remember she'd
a Bic® on her shelf.