Jockeys

The jockeys in the derby

are a sight to behold.

Their colors are of candy

canes and rainbows.

They are poets and they

are clowns.

As forsythia is yellow

they are fancy,

as the oriole is marked

they are dandy.

Their banty dress

represents the cocky cackle

of clever buffoons and loons.

They ride their magic rides

'yon the hours of the noon;

they host these merry sprints

'neath the distance of the moon;

they jingle like the music

in the melody of tune,

and they twinkle like the

silver in the silver of a spoon.

Let 'em run, let 'em run

as a shot from a gun!

Watch 'em move, watch 'em move

'stride those flashing dashing hooves.

--Pete Rheaume