The Belmont

Sat at a bar with an English bloke,
The race set to begin.
He had no clue about the stakes
Or who was primed to win.

My husband filled him in about
The Triple Crown and such;
He was intrigued although he didn't
Really know too much.

The race began; our glasses raised,
We watched the horses run,
The winner clear right from the time
The sprint had first begun.

"A Triple Crown!" we shouted
As the winner crossed the line. 
We had no money on the race;
The outcome still was fine.

For people love a winner
And this horse* sure fit the bill. 
He'd won the Derby, Preakness, but
He hadn't had his fill.

Today, he put an end to that
And we all raised a glass
To Number 5, a special breed
With speed and grace and class.

Our British friend was cheering, too,
Quite glad he got to see
A bit of what will be set down
In racing history.

*American Pharoah