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Just through to BRB HQ:-The Ballard of Regret-it.  Made me smile, dedicated to Heff. (although I do have my suspicions just who wrote it); verbatim, I will quote it:-

From Townsville bowser, the word had got around; that the old regretted Colt had got away and joined the Canadian brumbies, for a chance to win the crown.  

It all was going quite nicely, till the wranglers sent the word, that the colt was but a gelding and was worth just half a crown.  The judges had a meeting, they came from far and wide: for to buy or sack the nag, was for to them to decide.  Well, they sent it home hard ridden, flecked with foam and blood; for after only three short furlongs, the nag was just no ducking good.

Now trainer was a bitter man, with little grit or honour, he knew full well the jig was up, his credit was a gonner; in sea of booze and fit of pique, he penned a poison letter.   The missive went both near and far, the corrosive wake subliminal, until fetched up on a Senate door, where the obvious turned into criminal.  

For men like this, the early gods invented the muse called Karma; against this witch, a nasty bitch, no man could rely on amour; a mighty sword (of which she bored) could never entertain her.  'Twas just honour bright that she loved; and that so much more than money, tho that would never sway her, 'twas the ravin' of the craven, in the end which did undo her.  So she tanned his hide when he died, Clyde: and that's it, hangin' on the shed.  Anon...Toot toot...Yuk, yuk. Yak... (Raspberry)...

 
Anon......Yeah, right.....