An impromptu poem sent in by Beefy:
The sky of solid grey
Rain was seen all day
But Hashers made their way
Through the leafy lanes of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
Washed out from the start
Again to put the mark
Along the Trails of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
Through the night we stole
Walkers took a stroll
Around the watery bowl
Along the stony paths of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
From a check we fly
A cross found, by and by
Have another try
Along the rooty paths of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
Running through the bogs
Ducking under logs
Scaring all the frogs
Along the muddy paths of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
Warm Front up ahead
Legs are feeling dead
Try again instead
On the up hill paths of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
Hunt the Hares and chase them down
Along the rocky roads of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
Many miles of ground, then
Lit up all around
The Beer stop was found
From the shiggy paths of Tottiford
One two three, On on!
Bar of curious style
Hashers with a smile
Laughter all the while
Off the lane near Tottiford
One two three On on!
Virgins, were we troubling?
No, their hearts were bubbling!
Efforts were redoubling
Round the lanes of Tottiford
One two three On on!
Beer to make you stay
Shots were cleared away
Before we made our way
Along the lanes near Tottiford
One two three, On on!
No comments:
Post a Comment