Last Time He Saw Her.
Poem By Terry Collett
I love that hat, it gives some shade
to mammaries on this cute maid.
The melbourne Cup is once a year,
most visitors drink wine and beer.
And all the ladies form parades
with ponytails and fancy braids,
but soon they do recall the reason
they've come here, it is racing season.
So, quickly, make a risky bet
adjust your hat, the mozzie net.
Sit down and watch the race unfold
and dream about that pot of gold.