Derby Poem 2009

Seven sire lines in Monday's duals

A reminder of small genetic pools

Last year's five the same again

But two track sires had weasled in

Crafty Thriller and Brookview Master

Were once again eclipsed by Flag Star

Toledo through Tullamore

His consistency coming to the fore

Greatness lies in dormant lines

Waiting its chance to break confines

Again the Smut making up the five

Through Judicial Best a champion arrived

The Wallace Green there was money for

False doubts for Dad who went back to Blur

Matthews had Wallace others

Out of Carrick Sam they were litter brothers

Green, Chief, Flyer and Fred

The brilliant litter could stop they said

But recent results gave way to doubt

With Brendan around, does breeding count ?

They bombed away on days one and two

Admiring clock men and the ray-gun crew

A Wednesday hedge? Head starting to drop

I prayed to God the Sams would stop

A victor here goes up the hill

A Wexford pup by name Kingsmill

The further they went, the better he got

My prayers answered, the Sams had stopped

Quarrymount Smut, a line alive ?

When he chose the Best, the outcross survived

Of Rebeccas litter, breeders were fond

The judicious Roche sent Holyhill Blonde

A sandwich and pint in London's Soho

There was nothing between Bliss and Dynamo

When Bliss burst the clock after round 1

I availed of Dynamo's forty to one

 

Derby Poem 2008

Coursing dogs to Darwins Law

Five sire lines in the Derby draw

A score and seven to Flag Star

Whose grandson Hilltown raised the bar

Another twelve to Brookview Master

Through Ashmore View were even faster

The Divily line have Crafty Thrillers

With Matt and Smokey no back fillers

Trajectory and Tullamore

Leaves his brother Toledo five short of score

Quarrymount Smut made up the five

Judicial Best keeping the line alive

Mind the bottom and lay the top

The first two quarters were there to cop

With Sandy Sea pitched down below

An easy path for brave layers' dough ?

Post Ballyduff a plot was hatched

On a Newry rumour punters latched

Trial Stake form had believers few

But haughty claims confirmed the coup

Big brindled son of Razor Lady

From the top emerged a liability

First day done, the coursing fair

Mmm, my two losers were still there

A Noble Man stepped nobly aside

The Red Sea seeming to abide

Slender and dark, part from the track

Here comes Hugo, his Quarry no match

My money down, he wouldn't falter

But down he came on a Steely alter

Now two massive hounds lay in Razor's way

But Whitestone no, Gingerbread nay

And all the while there was Sandy Sea

Down below winning jealously

Second day done, the coursing fair

Christ, my two losers were still there