Cheltenham, Gold Cup Day, Racing then was blown away

Coronavirus on the spread, jumps season, stops dead

Headlines are not so good, racing does as country should

Owners cannot have their day, why was racing made to pay?

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Tube stations, West End, lots of people round the bend

Gordon’s up, then he’s down, Willie’s got the trainers crown

Get them home and shut the door, we can’t go racing any more

The industry is at a halt, but how can this be all our fault?

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Closutton, Cullentra, Gordon’s trying to raise the bar

Honeysuckle, she won’t buckle, Blackmore’s nicked the gap

Benie’s dumpy, Willie’s grumpy, cos Townend had a nap

Al Boum will go for number three? Who will stop him, Monalee?

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Faugheen, what a scene, from the stands they flock

Brian Hughes, shiny shoes, hail the new champ jock

Tiger Roll is on the dole, the virtual ‘Nash’ is hard

But Davy Russell’s in the tussle, fences in his back yard

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Breeze-ups gone, no bid, Blogger’s got the Covid

Kameko makes Oisin smile, flat out up the Rowley Mile

Ryan Moore wants lots Love, a filly sent from heaven above

Siskin, Lyons, Curragh stars, €80 million for empty bars!

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Royal Ascot, no Queen, Oh, what a dreary scene

Battaash does the blitz, his poor lad is near in bits

No beer, Palace Pier, and Jessie’s Alpine Star

Gold Cup, Strad’s is up, Doyle and Marquand going far

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Epsom downs, Derby day, Serpentine goes all the way

Emmet’s name is in the sand, Aidan gave a helping hand,

Ghaiyyath eclipses up the straight, Enable will have to wait

Sussex Stakes, on the brakes, Mohaather is all it takes

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Donnacha’s the new O’Brien, French Oaks, that’s mine

Lyons, Keane on the go, snap the Oaks with Even So

Kentucky Derby moved to the fall, but Baffert still, is on the ball

Questions asked, horse infected, but the Blogger’s resurrected!

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Galway, Bellewstown, through the country, up and down,

We struggle on, day by day, Laytown is washed away

Can owners come yet? Don’t ask, shut up and wear yer mask

But give the credit, there are a few, stand up Jennifer Pugh

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A red hood, he must be good, Ghaiyyath’s on the track

When asked to go, he’s just too slow, Magical fights back

Champions day is like a wake, let us back for goodness sake

Colin Keane? No Ryan Moore? Ballydoyle have shut the door

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Classic winners, money spinners, Baffert's got the lot

Dreal Deals, handicapper squeals, McNally lands the pot

The Shunter wins, the punter sins, the stewards are on the rack

Too much attention, don’t even mention, Bolger’s on the attack

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Aidan’s on a merry dance, if you’ve got drugs, don’t go to France!

Tony Mullins, Paddy Kehoe, look at Princess Zoe go

Geraghty gives up the whip, before JP says jump the ship

Get them in, your 10 to Follow, what’s Willie done with Ferny Hollow?

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Oisin’s on the Twitter, but he is not bitter, he has to take a rap

The coke’s no joke, there is no smoke, even for a genial chap

Wootton Bassett, if he has it, he’s Galileo’s heir?

Apple’s Jade, look what she made, the Morans like to share!

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Pointers sellin’, auctioneers yellin’, the euros rising higher

Jonbon’s the one, but we’re not done, Getaway’s on fire

Bowes and Doyles, the pointing miles, Minellas from John Nallen,

Ted won’t take them, you can’t make him, he just loves Envoi Allen

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The winter hits, days grow dark, has Altior lost his spark?

Politologue tingles on the track, Nicholls’ got his mojo back

Podcasts, Ante-post, who can fit in the most

King George, Savills Chase, who’ll keep up Gold Cup pace?

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So 2020, you gave us plenty, but be gone, we’ll tip the hat.

Sad days, no other ways, we said farewell to Pat

December’s here, we’ve no cheer, times are feeling stark,

Best wishes for the new year, to fight like Paisley Park