
Originally Posted by
koba
Hels had a fun day at the track.
She worked hard at getting her mojo back.
Race one, she was battling for third,
Down went Clive, he dropped like a turd,
Hels tried hard to not run him over,
but ended up sampling some local clover.
The first red flag at Roys Hill,
Was the result of this wee spill.
Hels was straight back out,
despite her calf taking quite a clout,
this time mounted on number eleven,
offered up by Crock like a gift from heaven.
She went very well in the next few races,
faster than expected by the look on some faces.
The corners and passes kept flowing,
Her confidence was rapidly growing.
In the last race of the day,
she went too far and and chucked it away,
in the tracks fastest corner, she found the limit,
went in too fast and managed to bin it!
From the low-side she slid on her backside,
which got a great whack as she crossed to the track-side.
Soon she was surrounded by lots of worried mates,
but to the joy of all, humour is one of her traits.
After the mornings convo on Rainey,
It was decided an Ambo was brainy.
As we waited for the medical truck,
in hindsight - she was as funny as...
Her Morphine level the Ambo' kept tweaking,
by the end of the trip he was amazed she was speaking!
She was far from in a daze,
she kept good humour 'till she got her X-rays,
the prospect of being kept in the ward for the night,
got her arguing with all of her might.
As our good friends had sorted the van,
going home that night became the new plan.
So home we trundled in the middle of the night,
against the pain, she put up a long fight.
Next day off work, she got a call on the phone:
"Hawkes Bay Hospital here, you broke your tail bone!"
Now I know, if I'm not helpful and careful,
I'm not dbound for a nagging ear-full,
but I know for sure, that with her usual class,
she'll turn around and tell me; to kiss her black arse!
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