A Close Finish

['A marriage is arranged between Miss Diana Dashington and Lord Broadacres.'] The race of the season is over ; I've lost and Diana has won ; She's feasting on Broadacres' clover, And I am right out of the fun. Though Di was the one to begin it, She soon found me making the pace ; I thought all along I should win it, And only backed her for a place. At Ascot Diana was leading, At Henley I spurted ahead ; At Cowes side by side we were speeding; At Trouville I fancy I led. Neck to neck we ran, shoulder to shoulder, The pack was too killing to last (If the weather had only been colder!) I flagged, and Diana shot past. My heart's not by any means broken; I hope I'm not wanting in pluck ; A tear or two, low be it spoken, Then I kissed her and wished her good luck. Di won the race fairly as stated; But when her attractions are reckoned, My own must not be underrated I finished a very good second!