Off To Sandown!!!!

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
Not a flake of snow had come,
Just the usual drizzle.
Lemon on the cake that night
With a tin of salmon
When an old caant came in sight
Talking about winter fuel
"Hither, page, and Witches Three
If thou know'st it, telling
What’s the going at Sandown Park?
Is it moist to sticky?”
"Sire, you must ask that facking fox,
What lives on the Burmese shed top,
he’s the omen for the bumper,
On which to whack your century.’
Fack that cried old Peter Glaze
And got out his big pencil,
And wrote We Hate That Storey-Moore,
All along the Forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain”
 
Save it for the Festival in March and get 0.01 per cent interest
That’s good. The way it’s going we’ll be like Switzerland soon and have negative interest rates. You pay the bank for them to use your money. How the hell does that work!!
 
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