There was a World Class Jockey that Never Lost One Race Ever! So When He retired he was asked how in the world did you ever obtain such a record.

He replied.... Well, you see If my horse was starting to tire, I would whisper poetry in its ear..

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Horses that loose are turned into Glue...

No that one was a little better.

seems no one liked your poetry.. heck I know you wouldn't send your old horses to the glue man. I can just see the horse thinking.. hmm okay I will give it a little more effort. Kind of like working out.. when a nice mare walks by... always got 2 more reps..

Ouch... dang it honey you why did you hit me..!