Grown Weary

"Thosr two-yoar-olds will make me gray," The handicapper said, "They keep me guessing every day. I wish that I was dead. I thiiik I'vs picki d a winner sure, Th n sei? Juni disappear. The vcry best ono rvuis so poor He lands up in the rear. "Bellicoso wins a stake. I swear that he ia goud. The Bank of England hu would break To fiinders if he could. Then LinsaJ? scores a pretty win I plunge on him nxt time, Thcn reallze lost my tin Aaá haven't got a dime. "K' y del Carreras shov.'s so well He catcbee aU my cash. I plung'.' on him- sad tale to telll How could I be so rash? He donblea t-.p ju.t like a taife Wlien halt j'ay to the wire. I eay, 'What is there left lifef' And curse him in my ire. "Then comes along Margrane's Frank K- A rank outsider he - And wins in quite an easy way, And that's what's broken me. Why don't these colts run twico alike? Can any man ezplnin Just when and where they 're going lo 'strike,' And so relieve my brain?'