Hare and scribe: Pisswell
Who woz there:
We “Sang choirs of Angels”,
Forrest, Wood-lend and Tongue and Groove,
Melonpicker, Soapy and Fuckarwe,
Bobbiball, Slip on me,
Pocket Rocket, Beefy,
Georgie P’Orgy, SMEllie
and Piltdown man.
Sing up Archangel,
Beeflicker and Coldtits,
Miss Inn, Miss Inn’s dear child and Virgin Kate,
Sooty and Sweep, they were our returnees
They played guitar and accordian,
But we could hardly hear them
We sang so loud we drowned them
Wha-at a din!
The circle: with Mariah Carey ( you wish!)
He don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing he needs
The Astronomical new year
Beefy wants group photos here
Smellie wants to know her hares
Put your name for Feb, who dares?
Manpig’s wish come true
Volunteer for the words to do
And over to the hare—with Frank Sinatra
Have yourselves a merry little run now
Follow your headlight
With shots all our troubles
will be out of sight
Have some fun in the Live and Let Live inn
Hope you find your way
Next week all your dried mud will be washed away
So hope your long shorts don’t split, or reveal today!
The trail:
O little town near Staverton
The polar express steams by
Above the deep valley we peep
To see the train go by
We hope to hear the whistle
As it travels every year
The North Pole it is aiming for
Whilst we just want a beer!
At Landscove we will “Live and let live”
“Le Shack” we circle round
The hashers run out from all ways
The trail has to be found
They find the route but it’s not far
As carols they must sing
Their regroups are with Christmas treats
And a sherry, port or gin! ( baileys actually)
There’s lots of runs on little tracks
I’ll send you all the routes
Back to the hare and gather in
Warm fire and kick off boots
As all paths lead to Landscove
And festive Christmas snacks
We’ll have a shot whilst all around
Are slowly getting back
The out takes
Oh The first thing that happened
Was just a power cut
We worried about the turkey!
Oh the second thing that happened
The walkers all got lost
First trail of 3
And we worried about the turkey!
Oh the third thing that happened
A messy number 2
Everyone wrong,
Made a big job
And we worried about the turkey!
Oh the fourth thing that happened
They tried for number three
Second time round
Missed number 2s
Too drunk to see
And we worried about the turkey!
Oh the fifth thing to happen
was probably the best
Le shack was fab
Great time was had
Carols were sung
Turkey was done
And we ate by the fire, my great baps!
The down downs:
The holly and the ivy
The wreath it went to Kate
She came from the Outer Hebrides
To be virgin was her fate!
Angel
Angels from the realms of glory
Warmfront spoilt our number twos!
Made it messy and a big job
All came back with dirty shoes!
C..o…m…e in the Summer
We’ll try it again
C…o…m…e, it was the best one
Number 2 we’ll try again
King
1 Good King Wenceslas looked out on the fields of Lanscove
So Beeflicker ran round about, deep in shiggy he dove
Pushed poor Forrest in the mud
We all thought it cruel,
When the poor man came in sight, he looked such a fo-o-l!
Shepherd
While Beefy watched through camera lens
To make a photo group
It was just like him herding cats
and hashing round in loops!
And one for the hare with ABBA
Thank you all for coming
The carol singing
Thanks for all the fun you’re bringing
It was disappointing
You didn’t quite do my route
But what a hoot
Your number twos were messy and rude
So, I say Le Shack was amazing
And so were all of you
Yes, I say Please tell trip advisor
The shots and bops were too
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