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TWENTY YEARS AND COUNTING (Nearly 25)

It was Boxing Day at the Daneway, Holly hung from the old stone walls, Elizabeth said “The Hash are here”, And Richard answered “Bugger”.

t’s twenty years at the Daneway, And twenty years of Hash.Twenty years of crap parking For the annual Boxing Day thrash.

The first time we experienced it We were young and a little bit green,We didn’t quite know the consequence Of the CVH3 scene.

 The barbecues and parties,The birthdays and the do’s, When we first came across it To us, hashes were types of stews.

 We remember meeting our first GOM, Paul, short and fairly dumpy, We’ve moved on now, to a trail master Who’s fairly thin and jumpy.

 Running here and jogging there Up the hills and through the woods, Every week a different hare Through droughts and winter floods.

 I went twice, fool that I was, Not knowing what you do.I came back knackered, out of breathAnd minus half a stone or two.

 I’ve put it all back on since then, And some more besides, Perhaps I’ll join you one more time Along the Bathurst rides.

But there again, perhaps I won’t, I’m better stopping here, Where Liz and I can do what’s best, That’s serving hashers beer!

 Next year will be our twenty first And if we’re still hale and hearty,We’d like you all to come along‘Cos there might just be a party.

……. Richard