Mon.20th Kestor Inn Manaton- Hare Poacher/69- Scribe Soapy
You’ve seen the pictures, now here’s the words, of a Monday evening quite absurd
Where Manaton residents soon discover, it was an evening like no other.
Locals in pub witnessed the sights, and thought we were transvestites!
Dressed in undies, bras and pantie, 38D’s and thongs quite scanty.
Brought along some cakes if able, carried in pub and placed on table,
To sell as many as we can, a memorial fundraise for Migman.
Some returnees came (six years too late) and swelled the pack to 48.
Motormouth and Her indoors, Ollie and Kermit all wore their drawers......
outside their clothing just for fun, all turned up to join the run.
Other returnees Fishbait and knotty, Palmolive, Miss Piggy Lyla and Lottie.
Our GM (the Sexy beast), asked a ‘supporting’ question, (to say the least!)
“Who discovered the brassiere?” but no one knew - it was quite clear.
Apparently, to match your briefs - the first one made of handkerchiefs!
Despite the raucous and the fun, we’d all turned up to have a run!
Poacher laid with 69, a proper trail and genuine.
Plenty of off road through the wood, 3 and on (as you should)
There was a trail for everyone, serious or just for fun,
Hills and checks kept us on toes, what people thought… goodness knows?
Amid thatched cottages and church on green, Pork torpedo could be seen…
in red bikini feathers flowing and Hornie also – everything showing!
Passing motorists looked aghast at bras and panties running past.
Blokes running in ladies knickers, athletes and blackberry pickers.
Long short splits all laid in flour got us back in ‘bout an hour
I did the short for what it takes (I had my mind set on those cakes)
Back at pub I had survived! As more cakes on table had arrived!
Cakes from here to kingdom come. Homemade, boughten, all yum yum!
Before the auctions down downs awarded, (can’t remember – not recorded)
Except that Poacher broke a tooth, (showed me where - so uncouth)
At last the time we’d all been waiting, tummies rumble anticipating,
Amid the sticky atmosphere, Forest was our auctioneer….
with Sexy Sandra (who was once a man) the cake shop bidding war began.
Big cakes little cakes, loaves and round, the prices rising pound by pound
Brownies, fairy cakes and Muffins, tension rising, bidding toughens.
Chocolate, fruit and some with cream with jammy bits sandwiched between.
Poacher bought at least three, kept asking “are they Gluten free?”
One by one they disappeared, and all too soon the table cleared.
All the cakes had gained new owners, a special thanks to all the donors.
£300 pounds (or just amiss), a brilliant amount for Rowcroft Hospice.
You gave from pockets and your purses, to help with care from special nurses.
An awesome cake was shared by all, made by Migman’s daughter in law.
A fitting remembrance at the end, to send our love to a special friend.
When loved ones leave we wonder why, but there is a Hash up in the sky!
So on a Monday be light hearted and remember friends who have departed.
Soapy xxx
You’ve seen the pictures, now here’s the words, of a Monday evening quite absurd
Where Manaton residents soon discover, it was an evening like no other.
Locals in pub witnessed the sights, and thought we were transvestites!
Dressed in undies, bras and pantie, 38D’s and thongs quite scanty.
Brought along some cakes if able, carried in pub and placed on table,
To sell as many as we can, a memorial fundraise for Migman.
Some returnees came (six years too late) and swelled the pack to 48.
Motormouth and Her indoors, Ollie and Kermit all wore their drawers......
outside their clothing just for fun, all turned up to join the run.
Other returnees Fishbait and knotty, Palmolive, Miss Piggy Lyla and Lottie.
Our GM (the Sexy beast), asked a ‘supporting’ question, (to say the least!)
“Who discovered the brassiere?” but no one knew - it was quite clear.
Apparently, to match your briefs - the first one made of handkerchiefs!
Despite the raucous and the fun, we’d all turned up to have a run!
Poacher laid with 69, a proper trail and genuine.
Plenty of off road through the wood, 3 and on (as you should)
There was a trail for everyone, serious or just for fun,
Hills and checks kept us on toes, what people thought… goodness knows?
Amid thatched cottages and church on green, Pork torpedo could be seen…
in red bikini feathers flowing and Hornie also – everything showing!
Passing motorists looked aghast at bras and panties running past.
Blokes running in ladies knickers, athletes and blackberry pickers.
Long short splits all laid in flour got us back in ‘bout an hour
I did the short for what it takes (I had my mind set on those cakes)
Back at pub I had survived! As more cakes on table had arrived!
Cakes from here to kingdom come. Homemade, boughten, all yum yum!
Before the auctions down downs awarded, (can’t remember – not recorded)
Except that Poacher broke a tooth, (showed me where - so uncouth)
At last the time we’d all been waiting, tummies rumble anticipating,
Amid the sticky atmosphere, Forest was our auctioneer….
with Sexy Sandra (who was once a man) the cake shop bidding war began.
Big cakes little cakes, loaves and round, the prices rising pound by pound
Brownies, fairy cakes and Muffins, tension rising, bidding toughens.
Chocolate, fruit and some with cream with jammy bits sandwiched between.
Poacher bought at least three, kept asking “are they Gluten free?”
One by one they disappeared, and all too soon the table cleared.
All the cakes had gained new owners, a special thanks to all the donors.
£300 pounds (or just amiss), a brilliant amount for Rowcroft Hospice.
You gave from pockets and your purses, to help with care from special nurses.
An awesome cake was shared by all, made by Migman’s daughter in law.
A fitting remembrance at the end, to send our love to a special friend.
When loved ones leave we wonder why, but there is a Hash up in the sky!
So on a Monday be light hearted and remember friends who have departed.
Soapy xxx
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