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Hash Camp 2014 by the Hash Poet Laureate

THE HORNBY POEM

beerCECY WENT OFF TO PERU - BECAUSE SHE FELT SHE SHOULD,
SHE LEFT PAUL SOME INSTRUCTIONS – ‘AT HASH CAMP PLEASE BE GOOD!
DON’T DRINK TOO MUCH ALCOHOL, IN FACT DON’T EVEN TRY IT,
FORGET THE CAKES AND FATTY FOODS – MAINTAIN A HEALTHY DIET.’



ciderFRIDAY CAME, THE FIRST RUN PASSED RIGHT THROUGH A CIDER FARM.
SHOULD WE STOP AND TRY SOME? WELL, IT COULDN’T DO MUCH HARM.
WE SAT AROUND ENJOYING IT, HAVING QUITE A LAUGH.
‘WOULD YOU LIKE A PINT PAUL?’…. ‘NO, PERHAPS I’LL HAVE A HALF!’



cakeTHE NEXT DAY WE HAD HIGH TEA, THE BEST PART OF THE DAY.
SPONGES, CAKES AND CHOCOLATE BUNS, BISCUITS TOO – HOORAY!
HORNBY LOOKED QUITE PENSIVE AS HE SIPPED HIS CUP OF TEA.
‘WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CAKES PAUL?’…. ‘NO, THEY’RE FAR TOO SWEET FOR ME!’



burgerTHAT NIGHT WE HAD OUR BARBECUE, A REGULAR MEATFEST.
CHICKEN, SAUSAGE, BURGER – IT REALLY WAS THE BEST.
WE THOUGHT HORNBY WOULD CAVE IN BUT LETS NOT BE TOO HASTY.
‘A BURGER PAUL?’…. ‘DEAR ME, NO – THIS SALAD’S FAR TOO TASTY!’



eggPAUL EMERGED ON SUNDAY, BEDRAGGLED AND QUITE MESSY.
‘HANGOVER PAUL?’…. ‘ NOT AT ALL, I MISS MY DARLING CECY!’
WHEN BAZ WAS COOKING BREAKFAST, THE SUBJECT OF EGGS WAS
BROACHED.
‘SHALL I FRY ONE FOR YOU PAUL?’…. ‘NO, I’LL HAVE MINE POACHED!’

 


SO THERE YOU HAVE IT CECY, I’LL TELL YOU CLEAR AND LOUD –
YOU HAVE A MODEL HUSBAND OF WHOM YOU SHOULD BE PROUD.
AAH! SHE’S LOOKING HAPPY – WITH EMOTION SHE IS CHOKING.
HAVE I TOLD THE TRUTH PAUL?.... ‘NO, YOU MUST BE BLOODY JOKING!!’

 

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