think about it!!

i found this little poem and i thought i would post it its very well put together

The art of greyhound racing can take many, many forms
To be the perfect trainer is to what we must conform
And each of us has different ways to make the buggers go
Be they right or be they wrong, the dogs the one to know
We can run them round in circles, we can slip ‘em up a straight
Walk ‘em miles and miles each day, that way we both lose weight
Fill ‘em up with vitamins, the As, the Bs, the Cs
Scrum ‘em, wash ‘em, clean ‘em and keep ‘em free of fleas
Yes, we all know how to train ‘em, how to get them fit and trim
We can see their coat is shiny, next time out they’re sure to win
We watch them crap each morning to see the textures right
Then we scrub and clean the kennels and see them late at night
Drive them to the trial track in an air-conditioned van
Then stand out in the boiling sun with a stopwatch in your hand
Waiting, ever waiting for that champion dog to show
But today they’re only average, yet I’ll make the buggers go
Then breed another litter from a sire of some renown
Watch them grow from little whelps to a full sized racing hound
See them gallop in the yards and note their stylish gait
Dream of what they might achieve when it’s time for them to race
Take them from the rearing yards, this is when the fun begins
Teach them how to kennel and prepare to break them in
Cross your fingers, legs and toes and say a prayer or two
Then drop them in behind the lure and hope the buggers go
A daunting sort of exercise this breaking in can be
They will, they won’t, they can but don’t, some just simply please
Trial on, trial track to track, you’re a tourist on the run
Your nerves are taut to snapping point and still we feel it’s fun
You think you’ve really worked them out, the slowies from the fast
And the dream of racing champions soon is coming true at last
It’s then that Murphy’s Law sets in, there’s things you didn’t know
It’s harder in a four-dog field to make the buggers go
Advice comes to you quickly from observers of your plight
It makes you stop and wonder are your training methods right
Should I box him, should I slip him, should I put him with a mate
Should I put him round a circle, should I send him up the straight
You start to tear your hair out, you’re frustrated, you’re confused
And still they keep advising til someone gets abused
It’s then you take the right step, the one you surely know
And use the time worn methods to make the buggers go
Then comes the day of reckoning, the day you’ve waited for
Their names are back, you’ve got ‘em fit, they’ll win a few for sure
You nominate for maiden stakes, on anxiety you thrive
The draw comes out and what the heck, you draw the dreaded five
And just to add a little weight to the hand of Murphy’s Law
The favourite has the box to suit and there’s a widey in the four
It’s then you know that racing dogs is luck, not what you know
Yes, the seven other trainers, too, can make the buggers go
by owen edmonds