That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for March 10, 2025

/// Degas painted Four Jockeys in place,

but they’re clearly not ready to race.

They’re bunched up in this scene,

on a meadow that’s green,

but in different directions they face.

“Hey Edgar, go back to painting ballerinas!”

Oh yeah, I joined for the instant recognition wherever I show my face.

“has anyone got a lozenge, I am feeling a little horse”

See ou in the showers.

“Say – ain’t you Mustafa Maidamistaik, ‘the cocky Iraqi jockey’?”

The one that you need to watch/

Is owned by ie Génèrel Foch/

He’s the rider in blue/

Who is facing toward you/

And happily scratching his crotch..

There those who view with disdain/

This “sport” which may cause a horse pain/

But I think I’d prefer/

A French jockey’s spur/

To a horn in a bullring in Spain..

“I came in at 10 to 1 yesterday!

Unfortunately, all the others came in at 12:30…"

‘’A horse is a horse of course of corse…But no-one can talk to a horse of course…….’’

This is nothing like the last dude ranch I visited.

Either the angles are weird or one of these guys is riding a centaur.

Short lived sport of horse demolition derby

It appears as though our steeds have again melded into one another. We are now in possession of TWO horsepower.

“Well, I grew too tall to be a Munchkin. And besides, it pays better as a jockey. You might say, it’s a horse of a different color, ha ha.”

Has anyone seen my glasses?

Silk?

I have a friend who is a boxer…..and another who is a commando.