On Saturday afternoons, I put the racing on
The T.V and listen to the commentary.
It 's a peculiar ritual that I've been
Religiously observing for the past three years or so.
O I like the way they announce and phrase
The horses' poetic names. I also like all
The bright colours and pageantry. Then I slowly
Drift into deep sleep, in my favourite armchair.
I guess you could say it is thetime of the week
That I look forward to more than any other!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem