The Weary Wizard wrote:

 > 'Twas the night before Christmas, and the turkey joint was 
burning,
 > A wistful sigh of emptiness, with formbook pages turning.
 > The knotty problem nags away, of cracking the King George;
 > and all the pointers point one way, as mince pies I thee gorge.
 > Yes, Kauto Star it has to be, with jumping like Bob Beamon;
 > but nay, I'll take a chance I think, with right-drifter, 
Racing Demon.
 >
 > Have a good one guys!




There are earth tremors here down south,
And larger waves hit Worthing's beach,
And rumour has it....word of mouth.
This is Gods warning, sent to teach
Those men who just stuff turkey dinners
Then, to the Racing Post for winners.

Is he suggesting we repent?
Leave Timeform, take a closer look.
Read with devotion and intent.
That bigger, blacker, better book?
Not true it seems, its now been found
Those quakes and rumblings under ground,
Were Keats, and other ancient knaves,
All poets, turning in their graves.



Have a really fine Xmas everyone.

Les