There once was a jockey named Titus
Who was a pain in the gluteus maximus
He really thought he was “The Man”
Because he won every race his horse ran
His ego was nearly blasphemous
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Then came the fateful day he met Vickie
Soon, his life became very sticky
For he made a mistake calling her a bitch
It turned out she was a witch
Now things are really tricky
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For the ultimate revenge, Vickie waited
For the perfect moment for her anger to be sated
Smiling, she spoke her curse in perfect Norse
Effectively turning his thoroughbred into a rocking horse
Making the race even more complicated
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In a panic, Titus jumped and rocked
But the witch made sure he was chocked
All his opponents galloped past
Leaving him in place last
Leaving Titus perfectly shellshocked
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