WE BET on a champion boxer— We had to give seven to one— The challenger swung like a wild man, And the champion lit on his bun! We bet on a big, burly wrestler— They said he was framed up to win— It was just one fall in six minutes, He lost with a scandalous grin! We bet on a wonderful ball club— And, of course, in the course of events, Our club and our money were ruined, By a liner right over the fence! We bet on a horse named Hydrant— A long shot, a marvelous bet— The favorite won in a canter, And Hyrant—oh, he's running yet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |