CHELTENHAM FESTIVAL EVE

Twas the night before Cheltenham, when all through the forum
Many creatures were stirring, creating a quorum;
The acceptances were listed by the punters with care
In hopes that St. Cayetano soon would be there;

The punters were restless not snug in their beds,
While visions of pound-signs danced in their heads;
And the Post in its glory, and I in with my wrap,
Had just settled our brains for the Festival nap.

Best of luck