We laid the trail in Sunshine – Palmolive, M.P. and I,
then waited for the hours to pass, kept looking at the sky.
The clouds came in, the rain came down as we bore our fancy dress,
Most of the dots were still in place, but checks were washed away
some long/shorts splits had disappeared, so again we had to lay.
We huddled in the car park as the rain again starts spitting
Piltdown man had taken names, so now there was no quitting.
A fine display of spooky guises, such effort people made
zombies, skeletons and werewolves, I was sore afraid.
Face masks, face paints, blood and bandages even pumpkin twins
Shit Faced called us hares in circle - so Melon Picker begins:
“3 long/short splits and walkers trail, laid in flour on right”
Forgot to mention sawdust too was washed away tonight.
He did remember pub stop and take some money to buy beer
There would be games at re-group. “You have to stop” was clear!
Spitting now had turned to rain as we left Newfoundland way car park
around the corner Longs split off and disappeared in the dark.
The pigeons had eaten most the flour, the rest had washed away
Longs ran to far end of the road then set off on wrong way!
Eventually they realised no marks upon the ground
And after running half a mile the whole pack turned around!
Through traffic lights past back of Asda, then along Bradley Lane
At re-group - donuts on a string, they met with hares again.
“ you have to eat them with no hands and do not lick your lips”
Pisswell got in quite a mess as down her face jam drips!
Past derelict buildings to Bakers Park, we waded through the flood
Confused the longs as sodden sawdust was invisible in the mud!
With a little help from nearby hares who kindly called them back
To St Marys church at top of hill we puffed up narrow track.
We forgot to say the sweets were hidden in nettles behind the bin
But luckily the shorts had found them and were already at ‘On Inn’.
A variety of spooky sweets were quickly gobbled down
Then off they set through muddy field - great views across the town.
Last long/short split at top of hill most of the flour still there
With thought of pub stop spurred them on - a spooky one beware!
Through narrow streets and terraces adorned with Halloween
We made it down to East Street where Red Riding Hood was seen.
Entering the Locomotive pub – I realised was SM Ellie
Other hashers drinking shots or watching football on the telly!
i-pood who now has turned eighteen had various shots in line
but 5 min warning, “Time to leave - we have to eat at nine!”.
Twelve Twenty for the ON Down, a new venue but no avail
Although the food was yummy there was no beer or real ale
A pub that’s open, and sells food is difficult to cohere
It never crossed my mind to ask “excuse me do you sell beer?”
But they gave us Haze for Down Downs that sparkly cider stuff
The first one went to i-pood (‘cos she wasn’t drunk enough!)
Then poor Palmolive got an award for falling on her arse
She took a mouthful, made a face then gave i-pood the glass
Who drank it down without a breath - this one even faster
A true professional like her uncle Shit faced our Grand Master!
Palmolive was a pumpkin and Fukarewe looked like her brother
Fukarewe got the down down as we couldn’t waste another.
Melon Picker drew short straw to represent the hares
Guinness, Cider, Beer or Ale - He never really cares!
Here ends another evening of frivolous, harmless fun
I hope you all enjoyed it and now the words are done.
Everyone looked brilliant, I thank you one and all
I look forward to our Christmas Newton Abbot Pub crawl.
Next weeks trail is from Palk Arms and NOT from Tinkley Bottom
Our bonfire party’s two weeks time - in case you had forgotten.
On on Soapy xx
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