LORD HIPPO
by: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)
- ord Hippo suffered fearful loss
- By putting money on a horse
- Which he believed, if it were pressed,
- Would run far faster than the rest:
- For someone who was in the know
- Had confidently told him so.
- But on the morning of the race
- It only took the seventh place!
- Picture the Viscount's great surprise!
- He scarcely could believe his eyes!
- He sought the Individual who
- Had laid him odds at 9 to 2,
- Suggesting as a useful tip
- That they should enter Partnership
- And put to joint account the debt
- Arising from his foolish bet.
- But when the Bookieoh! my word,
- I only wish you could have heard
- The way he roared he did not think,
- And hoped that they might strike him pink!
- Lord Hippo simply turned and ran
- From this infuriated man.
- Despairing, maddened and distraught
- He utterly collapsed and sought
- His sire, the Earl of Potamus,
- And brokenly addressed him thus:
- "Dread Sireto-dayat AscotI ..."
- His genial parent made reply:
- Come! Come! Come! Come! Don't look so glum!
- Trust your Papa and name the sum....
- WHAT? ... Fifteen hundred thousand?... Hum!
- However ... stiffen up, you wreck;
- Boys will be boysso here's the cheque!
- Lord Hippo, feeling deeplywell,
- More grateful than he cared to tell
- Punted the lot on Little Nell:
- And got a telegram at dinner
- To say that he had backed the Winner!
"Lord Hippo" is reprinted from More Peers. Hilaire Belloc. London: Stephen Swift, 1911. |
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