T’was on a damp, slightly dismal day,
In a week that had seen rain,
When all roads led to the A site,
With the hashers here again.
They poured in from the dark side,
By songthaew, truck and car,
And later due to heavy rain,
I’m without an aide-memoire!! (my notes resemble papier mâché)
Oh, the beer flowed in the circle,
Piped in from VV’s truck,
And the hands that held the beers high,
Were stained with sweat and muck.
The air was filled with singing,
Chatter and laughter all around,
But we stopped, waited with baited breath,
As the new Wanker (of the week) was crowned.
The raffle was called,
Hash trash and Hash crashes,
And to my dismay,
We witnessed even more bare asses.
Huge thanks must go to both the hares,
For an ‘outstanding’ ‘brilliant’ trail,
But with perfect sticks and paper,
The FRBs couldn’t fail.
And there, dear reader is my tale,
Of yesterday’s Hashy run,
A word of gratitude to iRovers
Where we carried on the fun.
Hugs
The real Burley Chassis