ROCKET MAN
The Afterburners scorched the earth upon that World Cup night
‘Houston there’s no problem’, came the call
The race was over long before the post loomed into sight
His run was meteoric from the stalls
The Rocket Man lit up the place and all toiled in his wake
They never had a chance to strike a blow
A starlit desert sky rejoiced; for him and racing’s sake
The Sprinting Crown was safe around mid-show
It’s not about the money, it’s not about the bet
He’s more than just a number now and no-one should forget
So when they ask you years from hence, who was that horse you saw
Speak proudly of the Rocket Man who won for Singapore
©Henry Birtles