Twice Nightly's words

 
Isca Hash House Harriers         ​​​​                20/07/2011 Run Number 761
 
 
Trail: Liverton                       Hares: Mellon Picker and Soapy                          On Down: Star Inn
 
I thought I'd try the Words in rhyme - my inspiration’s Soapy -
But I'm a chemist not a poet, and so at times it might get ropey.
We rocked up bright and early to the Star Inn’s car park,
The only other hashers there were Kura and her Larks.
Kura bounded up to Lilo, who she was very pleased to see,
So excited was the dog in fact she had a little pee.
A few short minutes later and there'd gathered quite a crowd,
The cheers around the circle were, as usual, quite loud.
The hares had done a cracking job; it was an awesome trail,
Despite someone's best efforts to force it all to fail,
Whilst laying that they were followed by some pesky little shit
Who was scrubbing all the flour away, intent on spoiling it.
On the run I was oblivious til my suspicions were piqued -
Wide Receiver yelled out 'onto check' when he'd drawn it with his feet!
The air was hot and sticky; at times it felt like we were cooking,
There were branches, holes and mud galore to catch those who weren’t looking.
The route was full of twists and turns, snaking through the forest,
With a soggy sweetie stop to give us all a well-earned rest
Except if you were a veggie - we were left to starve and sob -
As hashers all around us got stuck in and stuffed their gobs.
Later we broke out from the trees, and ran back into the light
Out on the road, turn right and hark! the pub came into sight.
Down downs were aplenty, and right up No. 2’s street
What with humping on the hash, innuendo and lots of meat.
'So,' FF asked the circle, 'Who here doesn't have a name?'
'I ain't' shouted Rich, so 'Dick I ain't' he became!
Then time to relax, with beer and grub, or so we thought,
But with stressed forgetful barmaids it all became quite fraught,
Plates and plates of food came out, but rarely what we'd said,
Best was Lilo’s baguette, which was distinctly lacking bread.
Tired, (fed) and watered, it was then time to be gone
And there's really nothing else to say except a last On On!
 
Twice Nightly
DOWN DOWNS!
 
Soapy and Mellon Picker – the hares
Mellon Picker – no veggie sweets
Woof woof and Mavis – humping on the hash
Calculator Kid – visitor, and for a quote which was no doubt hilarious but which I can’t remember
Dick I ain’t - naming