Mr. Jones
- the kentucky
before fame and fortune, before the region acclaimed him
before his legend budded like the wreath on his mane did
there was a track, its love in tact the fans were sad to see
the once-flourishing venture shake hands with bankruptcy
furthermore, the sports supporters, through whimsical means
saw blue grass & noble stakes within their Pimlico dreams
a sterling day in early May, on twenty odd acres` land. .
the caesar of horseracing would trump the oddsmakers` plans
poker faces for cameras he was bred to be fit,
his owners would reap the highs of equestrian bliss
living proof, this ridden truth`s thrills developed marks
of question NOW they all remembered Philadelphia Park
a `cursed` town and, of course, the awful patterns hid
in the south`s fish-yards, whilst at Broad & Paterson,
two gracious eyes paraded by, both bluish and greenish. .
a celebrated ride began en route to the Preakness
- the preakness
The Preakness` feel revealed a business in tune with -
Its demographics . . up the coast, a city in ruins
Industrial blunders; a place free of art & spector
Where skylines are defined by depleted architecture
Profiled: a beautiful creature in destiny`s light,
A final rest before the test within a Chesapeake night
Brush in hand the trainers parted fate subconsciously
Getting as close to it as the starting gate allotted the. .
Champion stoic as ever, perhaps mastering his fate
The move was made to save a people halfway through the race
From Camden to the shore the move threw fathers first
As the wealthy donned khakis and blue-collared shirts
Back at home, the crowds` cheers were purging the night. .
The American dream: manhood must emerge from a plight
Mr. Jones knew it at Belmont, he will adhere to his start:
We admire the best but hold underdogs dear to our hearts
PS - I plan to complete this after the Belmont Stakes.
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