There's no business like snow business

Boxing days come and boxing days go,

But the hash goes on forever.

Apart from the year 2009,

When we cancelled because of the weather.

Tim and nikki turned up on a cold frosty morn,

Full of fear and trepidation.

They slid down the hill, 'mid the snow and ice,

And the threat of more precipitation.

They skidded about for an hour or more,

''Shall we run, what do you think of the chances?"

I said "you lay the trail if you think that you can,

And I'll lay on the ambulances!"

So we cancelled that day, on advice I dare say,

`Of the Health and Safety Executive,

The middle of January's good for a run,

Say the 16th, we can do it, we're positive.

January came and January went on and on,

With no better weather in sight,

As I traversed Castle Street on may way to the bank,

My eye on a Hasher did light.

"Hello" he did say, his eyes lighting up,

"We're coming to see you soon,

On March the 14th, we're going to hash,

At your place, in the forenoon!"

"Oh no your not!" said I, in a panic,

"'tis Mothering Sunday that day,

I can't do with you lot, all the blood and the snot,

I've got ladies wanting to stay!"

So then Tim rang up, to arrange today's date,

"Is that OK with you?" he did say,

I said "That's fine with us, if it's OK with you."

So that's why you're here today.

When all's said and done, at the end of the day,

It wouldn't be quite the same,

If we went through the year, without Boxing Day,

In fact it would be a great shame! 

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……. Richard