Hashmas Poem 2009

Welcome to all from the Manneke Pis hash

We'll start with a reminder of last year's bash

Where Puss took a tumble and she fell quite hard

We hope you remembered to bring your CIS card

Straight after the party, the hangover trail,

Where the Pride of East Anglia made the visitors wail

The hares that day weren't so into the hashing

The footy was on and Spare took a thrashing

The New Year kicked off with a party chez EZ

Leaving Too Big and Spotted feeling quite queasy

Plenty of bubbly made some people spew

And as for young Chimay, well she nearly blew!

But BMPH3's not the only hash en belgique

There are plenty more chances for Spare to drink kriek

There's the Beer University, which no one can flunk

And GoNADs never gets far but they're always drunk

So when Weenie was sad cos he'd smashed up his auto

Higs cheered him up with Trust Us in Porto

And Sex in Wellies looked hot when he did the Haka

But everyone else just looked like a spacca

Bex and Mangina, two newbies from many

And there was us worried we wouldn't get any

Yoga and Free Shag, But for What, Spoons,

But Pyro's the cause of the hariettes' swoons

Then Dildo who's known for his speed and tight kecks

And Melons who's known for her love of checks

But for What and Spoons did some over achieving

Taking on beer duty without knowing the meaning

And then there was Zythos, a wonderful day

Especially cos mismanagement kept well away

Likk'mm, Weenie and Paula were all in town for that

And Groinbiter stole the ticket man's hat

Bouillon was a marathon, in the wet and the rain

Dildo, P.Rex and Free Shag all given a name

Running through rivers made Nut Bitch giggle

And Rumple had to point, right in the middle

The summer brought picnics and of course Fatterday

With Paula and Pink doing Cirque du Soleil

Bonsai hit the bottle, while Hash Hole played boules

British Bulldog proved rightly the hash has no rules

Baby Mirthe set the fashion, she's a real little hottie,

A good job for Bonsai, with his very own tottie

Bonsai can walk now, pretty soon he'll be running

But we want to know when little sister is coming

Training for races is what Blue Mooners so

One hundred runs done- believed by so few

We usually run for more or less an hour

And with luck Nut Bitch brings the wrong type of flower

Medoc this year was not on the menu

The hashers were needed at a quite different venue

To see the Trixes' “I do” before family and friends

But the Alternative Medoc made good amends

Ah, the bride- what a stunner! Really a beauty

We're sure the groom managed his wedding night duty

The food was delicious, the wine was so good,

But it was all overshadowed by SpareRib's “I would!”

The post-wedding GoNADs took a different vocation

With fantastic wines in gorgeous locations

Dickopedia reigned- his knowledge supreme

A shame almond champagne nearly made him go green

At a chateau in France did the hashers meet

To celebrate Mussels' 5-0 defeat

Overacheiving hares, forest runs galore

And many wet surprises did they have in store

A Hallowe'en party that some may recall

With outstanding costumes and dancing for all

On trail were hills, shiggy, false trails, the lot,

Mussels slept in and we almost got shot

The St. Andrew's day run, where haggis was tasted

But so was the whisky, and Andre got wasted

Which brings us back to the present, out party this Christmas

Some visitors have joined us, I guess they just missed us

Missing Link, EE and Neptunus are back

A gentle reminder- tonight no bum crack

Time for Bed's looking pretty, really quite glam

But AB stop with the vodka train spam

So now go down and party, dance until dawn

Higgins and Sex Goddess, leave you clothes firmly on

So what more can we say but to wish you good cheer

Sex, drugs, rock ‘n' roll and a Hashy New Year!!