Run:- 2126, 23 September 2024
Location:- Pattanakan 25, Krua Rim Mong
Hare:- Dripper

O*An Ode to the Bangkok Monday Hash*

Through the tangled streets of Bangkok's maze,
Where twilight casts its dusky haze,
A cry is heard, “On-On!” they say,
The Hashers gather, to run and play.

Amidst the crowd, a figure stands,
With flour dusted on his hands,
It’s **Dripper**, hare of the evening’s quest,
His clever trails are always the best.

He knows the city’s hidden ways,
Its alleys and paths, like secret bays,
With each white mark, a breadcrumb laid,
For the chasers of shadows, in dusk they wade.

The call of the Hash is wild and free,
A chase through streets that bend like sea,
And under the watching, starry dome,
They follow the trail—away from home.

Codpiece laughs, Checkless grins,
As Dripper’s mischief soon begins,
Through winding streets and temples tall,
They stumble, rise, and never fall.

For the night is young, the beer is cold,
The stories shared, the legends told,
Of Hashers bold and those who roam,
Through Bangkok’s streets—they find their home.

So, here’s to Dripper, the master hare,
Who leads the pack with crafty flair,
His trails a dance, a mystery spun,
Where every step’s a race undone.

And when the run comes to its close,
In the circle where the laughter grows,
They raise their cups, they cheer his name,
For Dripper’s trail, a Hasher’s flame.

Through Bangkok’s heart, they race again,
A pack united, free from pain,
With Codpiece’s jokes and Checkless’s charm,
In Dripper’s trail, they come to no harm.

So run, dear Hashers, through night’s embrace,
For in this moment, you find your grace,
And in the chase, through laughter wide,
You find the **Hashing** spirit inside.