The Park Inn Kingskerswell Monday 30th April
SCRIBE SOAPY
Can’t believe to write the words again it is my turn,
Now some of you taking a share of writing you must learn!
It isn’t hard to pick up laptop, paper, quill or pen
Just think about last night’s run and relive it all again.
The beads of sweat, the muddy feet, the friends, the fun and beers
just write it down, while fresh in mind before it disappears
For other folk who couldn’t make it, to sit and read at leisure
Or for the hashers who turned up who ran and shared your pleasure.
Now I turned up but didn’t run, just walked around the block
Then through the park and up a hill for sweets at 8 o’clock
My legs were stiff, my bum was sore - I’d cycled 60 mile
For Piddlers 60th birthday! “Ha ha”, (bet that made you smile!)
I didn’t see a lot of trail, so will make it up as I go
42 hashers at the start, that’s one think that I know
The runners left me at the bridge, and wove through neighbourhood
Across a bridge and down a ditch then ventured up through wood
Prickly bushes, slippery paths and muddy shoes of course
Among the trees in thickest wood sat a Cowboy on a horse!
Hashers yelled and Harriets screamed and everyone ran for cover
But right beside him was one more and close behind another
Wide Receiver in the front thought - they really don’t belong
Then trotting up Kingskerswell high street 3 Indians came along!
Above their heads as hashers crouched shot Gunfire, bows and arrow
They tried to run away, but then the grassy track grew narrow
As they escaped ‘neath Hamelin way, all safe and sound with thanks
Trundling through the drainage ditch came army men in tanks!
Doris took the higher path cross barbed wire fence so high
But Zulu warriors were below with spears and assegai.
My God it was a dangerous trail, like one I’ve never seen
but everyone got back safely with ceasefire in between.
They washed their feet and changed their clothes, returned to pub unscathed,
They soon forgot their skirmish once they’d had their war wounds bathed.
Unfortunately I missed it all - I’d returned to pub too early
But found my matching rhubarb twin and won a Curly wurly!
Plates of chips and sausages served between slices of white bread
And down downs were awarded once the battalion had been fed
Landlord from the Park Inn won On Down Award for last year
And Laura got Bell End award for her son who wasn’t here!
Wet Johnny peeled Pillock shirt from back and gave to Fukawe
senior moment not remembering next week’s trail - he’s appointee!
At Threesums gin stop Wide Receiver was pissing not eating sweets
But I’ll say in his defence – it’s better than pissing in the streets!
Next we had some naming's, which was hilarious on reflection
And after some suggestions – Nick’s new Hash name is Erection!
Spud dog drooled on Tiqua, so Slobbadog became her name
It was Bluebird’s 70th birthday, but we didn’t sing. (A shame!)
We thanked Threesum and Archangel, our Hares who laid the trail
And the hospitality of the Park whose welcomes never fail
Not sure how much you do believe, or how much of this is true
Next time went we ask for volunteer, make sure that scribe is YOU!
SCRIBE SOAPY
Can’t believe to write the words again it is my turn,
Now some of you taking a share of writing you must learn!
It isn’t hard to pick up laptop, paper, quill or pen
Just think about last night’s run and relive it all again.
The beads of sweat, the muddy feet, the friends, the fun and beers
just write it down, while fresh in mind before it disappears
For other folk who couldn’t make it, to sit and read at leisure
Or for the hashers who turned up who ran and shared your pleasure.
Now I turned up but didn’t run, just walked around the block
Then through the park and up a hill for sweets at 8 o’clock
My legs were stiff, my bum was sore - I’d cycled 60 mile
For Piddlers 60th birthday! “Ha ha”, (bet that made you smile!)
I didn’t see a lot of trail, so will make it up as I go
42 hashers at the start, that’s one think that I know
The runners left me at the bridge, and wove through neighbourhood
Across a bridge and down a ditch then ventured up through wood
Prickly bushes, slippery paths and muddy shoes of course
Among the trees in thickest wood sat a Cowboy on a horse!
Hashers yelled and Harriets screamed and everyone ran for cover
But right beside him was one more and close behind another
Wide Receiver in the front thought - they really don’t belong
Then trotting up Kingskerswell high street 3 Indians came along!
Above their heads as hashers crouched shot Gunfire, bows and arrow
They tried to run away, but then the grassy track grew narrow
As they escaped ‘neath Hamelin way, all safe and sound with thanks
Trundling through the drainage ditch came army men in tanks!
Doris took the higher path cross barbed wire fence so high
But Zulu warriors were below with spears and assegai.
My God it was a dangerous trail, like one I’ve never seen
but everyone got back safely with ceasefire in between.
They washed their feet and changed their clothes, returned to pub unscathed,
They soon forgot their skirmish once they’d had their war wounds bathed.
Unfortunately I missed it all - I’d returned to pub too early
But found my matching rhubarb twin and won a Curly wurly!
Plates of chips and sausages served between slices of white bread
And down downs were awarded once the battalion had been fed
Landlord from the Park Inn won On Down Award for last year
And Laura got Bell End award for her son who wasn’t here!
Wet Johnny peeled Pillock shirt from back and gave to Fukawe
senior moment not remembering next week’s trail - he’s appointee!
At Threesums gin stop Wide Receiver was pissing not eating sweets
But I’ll say in his defence – it’s better than pissing in the streets!
Next we had some naming's, which was hilarious on reflection
And after some suggestions – Nick’s new Hash name is Erection!
Spud dog drooled on Tiqua, so Slobbadog became her name
It was Bluebird’s 70th birthday, but we didn’t sing. (A shame!)
We thanked Threesum and Archangel, our Hares who laid the trail
And the hospitality of the Park whose welcomes never fail
Not sure how much you do believe, or how much of this is true
Next time went we ask for volunteer, make sure that scribe is YOU!