The season dawns and Lingfield’s the aim,

Miss Work Of Art is there to gain

The Lincoln comes and the Lincoln goes,

But a treble keeps everyone on their toes.

We’re up and running and on a high,

Musselburgh at Easter sees the opposition sigh

Another treble, Hanagan’s hot,

Fingers crossed, this is not our lot

Newmarket arrives and fortunes soar,

One winner up and hoping for more,

After Reginald, the Sir, giving his all,

It’s Barefoot Lady who has the call

Chester and York are the highlights of May,

Fahey and Hanagan have their say.

Glen’s Diamond plays a starring role

A special filly goes pole to pole

Miss Work Of Art has speed to burn

Talent aplenty and little to learn

The junior division are doing us proud,

Lily’s Angel shouting it all too loud

Gabrial, too, is proving his mettle

Two from two and in fine fettle

The trio head south with all guns blazing,

But it’s all too tough and all too fazing,

Royal Ascot, it is, and a step too far

The meeting for us is way under par

But there’s no stopping the wheels of the Malton yard

A Saturday fivesome fills the card

It’s onwards and upwards, horses healthy,

Backers of winners getting wealthy.

The height of summer and no time to dwell

On past results and for heads to swell

Thrilling at Ripon for Pleasant Day

Same in Scotland for Lexington Bay

The Angel who is Lily resumed winning ways

Talent and endeavour always pays

Her target was Newmarket and a Listed race

What she had in spades was heart and pace

July the first and a hundred up

A splendid effort that deserves a cup

Alejandro,it was, who did the ton

Small and speedy, Dark Angel’s son

Back to Newmarket and a special win,

Going with instincts is rarely a sin.

The Bunbury Cup stands big and tall

But Brae Hill pinches it, making all

Going it alone is the route of the brave

But McHugh does his stuff and gives a wave

The flowers in August included a Rose

She blossomed at Ponty and provided a pose

Highclere’s favourite, and a star from the start,

Her days are now numbered and soon she will part.

York and the Ebor go hand in hand

Winners at the meet are hard to land

Plenty ammo over four days long

And a popular horse to break into song

For Our Joe Mac, you could shed a tear

The way he won, not an ounce of fear

Ayr in the autumn brings silver and gold

It was Bronze for us, though nobody told

A one-two in this was a creditable feat

The width of a whisker from making it neat

Coolminx, it was, who tasted the honey

Scrambled home hard to take the money

Max, Herrera and Lexington Bay

Also liked Ayr and had their say

For others, at Haydock, it was a similar tale

Valery Borzov turned them pale

Marine Commando got back on song

A Royal Ascot win his previous gong

York’s leading trainer, five crowns in all,

Became six when Mickdaam led the call

It was the final day of Knavesmire fare

From here on in, who would care?

Shorter days and longer nights

Hanagan looks to greater heights

Can he be champion a second time?

Chill the lager, add the lime

Come the very last day and it’s in the bag,

Another title, another tag,

Hanagan wears the crown with glee,

His pleasure there for all to see

The Flat is over, winter’s nigh,

Fahey and co on a high,

Another good term, plenty to cheer

Roll on March and another year.