Run: January Splinter Lunch
There was movement on the course, for the word had passed around
That a filly from Surfers Paradise had got away
And was about to join the Splinter Hashers –
All had tried to catch her eye before and came from far and wide for another try. Hawkeye and Parasite arrived from Brisbane and boasted they could catch an eye.
For the Hashers loved a challenge – and game on was called
Clubs where swinging and balls where rolling with no delights in sight
Fuller Shit tried offering her a ride on his battery powered steer
But a photograph was all he could bare
Flasher tried, and pulled up a chair- and called out over here my dear
Now Loved tried – but he was too slow
Show Pony applied the charm and came near
Botcho called out to Vomit- bring on the food mate. A Gourmet Nosh may be the way to catch an eye. The food was great and came close to winning a heart.
All seemed to be lost until Sir Rabbit jumped on to a chair the crowd roared as Sir Rabbit revealed the score.
Moonbeams called out for more
The boys in the back row shout “show us you tits”
Weekly was amazed at the trophy that sir Rabbit was about to award.
The trophy came out, frame and all.
Sir Prince Called out
“Now that’s what I call a trophy”
It was all too much for Rug who had a little nap and had a dream about it all.
Shat made a late run to catch her eye and heart but always found a glass in his mouth.
What a great day. Oh bye the way!! Crocodile, Weekly and Nasty won the Golf.