WHY AINT I AN 'ORSE?

NZ Truth, Issue 181, 5 December 1908, Page 2

WHY AINT I AN 'ORSE?

: Lord Nolan was; led' away after the race by his trainer,- Mr E. A. Mayo. He was thoroughly exhausted. He, was taken to his stall and given a good drink of " champagne. That seemed to revive him.— Daily paper.

Shades of Bacchus would I were an 'qrse, To lap tip sparkling,' wine. And stand upoh the crowded . Course, ■Whilst punters turned a thousand eyes to mine. ' • . .

Why can't I' be a racing prad, Lord Nolan, say, lor choice. Oh ! dear, oh ! lor, it is too bad, A protest I must voice.

To know feeling just a trifle blue, * And sadly needing rest, . That I could quaff a quart or two Of brands the .very best.

That alter 'eight hours' weary toil, (With six o'clock the goal), What oh! (how could I spoil, A bumper of Dry Monopole.

But, why should I sUch fancies rear, Who slings but ink around, Ambition simply ends' . m beer— That is, when I'm BAR-bound.

Well, well, the fizz I \ must forego, I'm filled with deep remorse. Alas ! alas ! my cake is dough, I ain't a bloomin' 'orse.. \ — "Bloore."