Bangkok Monday Hash House Harriers
Run Report
Last updated: 17 June, 2009
Run no:- 1367 Date:- 1 June 2009
Location:- The Port
Hare:- Hash Hash
Scribe:- Weedeater
The dogs are bald and their balls hang low as they scratch away at their flees
They’re not afraid, they’ve seen us before many times, too many it sometimes seems.
For we are here at the Port for a Hash Hash run, what new trails can find for us to enjoy,
What cunning plan, what devilish route, what misleading marks will the Hare employ.
We climb out of our craft, Bog calls On On and the Bug settles down for his first beer,
Dunkin Donut leads on with No Meat in tow, until into a road on the right they veer.
Here’s a nice check, where does it go? Pussy Virus and I go straight on!
A big mistake as that cunning Hare took the trail to the left by a small klong.
We pounded along going this way and that, Spinning Dwarf blinking in and out on the trail.
How does he do that, suddenly emerge in front, at the side, it’s almost surreal.
We burst back onto the road PV in front and Hashendale howling very loud,
He has socks down his shorts and has grown big tits, but of his voice Hashendale is quite proud.
We pound along the concrete, dogs and small children scatter frightened out of our way,
The memory of The Tickler, Hater Peacocks and more will give them nightmares for ever and a day.
Yet another check the tall black geezer says ‘of this way I am interested and quite curious’,
Hah! The Hare has fooled you, he can still surprise, yes this part of the trail was spurious.
We wind our way back, experience counts and tired, I go my own way,
Around the Park and back to the Jetty, I jog along slowly my thoughts miles away.
The Bug is still there, bottle in hand watching the sky turn to gold,
The runners come back and the boat waits alongside until the SCB’s return to the fold.
Beer and snacks, a fitting reward for a Port run during which nothing was new,
Not bad for all that and Thank you to the Hare for there were still some who didn’t have a clue.
The GM calls the circle and we gather round to enjoy others getting punished for their sins.
Though it seems the RA saw nothing of note, resorting to obscure items to try and get grins.
Beefeater is back, flying business class, and drinking as much of the sparkly as he can,
Golden shower is on fire and consumed with lust as she focuses her attentions on a new French man.
The man from Uganda is 6m tall and makes the RA look like a sprat.
We are all waiting for Ian to make his Faux pas and be swatted away with a splatt!
We had little and large, new and old, beauty and ugly alike,
Some had great taste and some without, didn’t compare to Beefeater topless, what a sight!
Cake and Returners, visitors and whiskey the mood is good and quite cheery,
I confess to you all after 2 down-downs and more, my recollections have become quite bleary
Some might criticize the Hare for a run at the Port, to do so is really unfair,
A run at the Port is better than no run at all, and for that reason I say THANK YOU HARE !!
Please note:
The scribe makes no apologies for the lack of style or accuracy shown in these writings.
OnOn
Weedeater
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On Monday 1 June we had 24 Harriers, 10 Harriettes, 2 new boots and 7 visitors, total = 43. Returners included Doug Atkinson, Matt Bruggen, Rod Turner, Jeanine Souren, Alastair Atkinson and Andy Grob. Welcome to New Boots David Ouedec and Joyce Bolyard.
