A couple of years ago at school we had to write a poem that had a rhythm of something to it, so I did mine based on a horse running. It has rhythm if you read it fast. I hope you like it.

Galloping, galloping
Faster and fast.
Galloping, galloping
Mustn't come last.
All senses heightened,
Mustn't be frightened
Here comes the jump... made it, thump!

Galloping, galloping
Whips are a-cracking,
Galloping, galloping
Nothing is lacking.
The pride of the nation,
The jockey's salvation
Here comes the jump... made it, thump!

Galloping, galloping
The final furlong,
Galloping, galloping
The start long gone.
Turf is a-flying,
In first place but tying.
Here comes the jump... made it, thump!

Galloping, galloping
Winning post in sight.
Galloping, galloping
With all my might.
It's a photo finish
There's a bit of a skirmish.
Here comes the jump... made it, just!