The Long Acre Paddock

is

a slip

on the ice

It's a spent game

a try, a clash

a save, a dash

It's a burger

with the works

a song & dance,

a purloined chance

a flashy show,

a slow-river flow

a blind quest,

a fleeting guest

It's a dense mirror

a cloudy glass,

a quick pass

a heedless pawn,

a crystal dawn,

a sly ploy,

a heart-busting joy

It's a sinner's prayer