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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red Rum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Red Rum was pounding the turf down at Aintree, <br>Going as fast as any horse can be, <br>Ginger was there looking on at the side, <br>And the whole of Liverpool, filled up with pride.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For the third time now, this great horse had won, <br>The greatest steeplechase under the sun, <br>At Aintree a Horse is more likely to die, <br>For the third time Red Rum, the odds did defy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Around the world the bookies all suffered, <br>The betting fraternity knew they weren't buffered, <br>To lay off a bet when the Horse is a hero, <br>Is not easy, so most, were left with a zero.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The ordinary punter, who fancied a flutter, <br>Even, the tramp, who lived life in the gutter, <br>Joined with the housewife who bet the housekeeping, <br>On the horse with the heart which always kept beating<br>Because they all knew Red Rum would win through.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Damian+Cranney">Damian Cranney</a></strong></div>

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