eight belles and the derby party

My dad is from Kentucky, so we had a gigantic Kentucky derby party.
I had to hide in my room for most of the party.
Dad let me come down for the race,and I had my two dollars on Pyro.
We watched the race,
and we were terribly confused when we saw ambulances rush around a horse.
this drunk guy when up to the TV
(which is a big as me, by the way)
and made a pretend gun with his hands and said,"BANG BANG! HORSIE IS DEAD!"
My dad told me that back then if a horse was in pain,
it was put down.
when the TV said that the "Filly was immediately tranquilized,"
I was in shock.
Every one else was drunk enough to only say,
"Thats sad,"
But, I was in shock.
This was someone's horse.
Someone loved this horse.
The horse one second place,
and was happy.
And it is dead.
dead.
DEAD.
A guy told me that, "Didn't Barbiro die that way too? But he actually got the second race! The filly must SUCK."
Wow, my topics lately are... DEPRESSING.
I think I'll write a poem about Eight Belles.