There were great crowds gathered at Cheltenham this year
People came from far and near, to gamble on a prize
the excitement was electric, you could feel it in the air
To his shy awkward friends, A jockey joked
“Have you met young Mary Mallon?”
He was preparing for the ride of the life
But who was this scary Mary
he wanted his friends to meet?
A blind date and a price to be paid
She was no prostitute, she was a cook
but she could kill you with just one look
The bookies backed their favourites,
odds on for Coronavirus to win big
The Royal Family looked on
as the Jockeys, social distanced
themselves, with whips in their hands
Had they heard about “Herd Immunity”
The stands, stood still,
you could hear a cough,
from the bustling crowd,
as the penny finally dropped
The prize went to Mary Mallon by a mile
She was a cook from Cookstown
in Tyrone, not exactly, down the road
The word-of-mouth announced
the danger of this stranger
As Typhoid Mary,
Rides Again
Morgan Fagg en Madrid
Aoril Fools`Day 2020
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