HASHERWOCKY

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy hares

Did gyre and gimble in the Dale:

The Hashers cast off all their cares,

And sought the mimsy trail.

“Beware the Feels On Wheels, my son!

Who all the Dale with flour bedecks!

Beware Sir Tom Tom, son, and shun

Morticia’s frumious checks!

So Baldbrick took his Horn in hand:

Long time the manxome trail he sought –

So rested he by the Downdown tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Hasherwock, with BEER in mind,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

The Brook House pub to find!

And, hast thou drunk the Woolpack dry?

And watched the footy with the boys?

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

They chortled in their joy!

One, two! One, two! The Down-downs due

To guests and hosts were given out.

A hash-crash here, and no hash gear,

The BEER would soon run out!

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy hares

Did gyre and gimble in the Dale:

The Hashers cast off all their cares,

And sought the mimsy trail.

FeelsonWheels, with apologies to Lewis Carroll.

Our guests on the Hasherwock were Handjob, Counterfit, Malteaser, Ice Queen, Salty Dog (Newcastle), and Clementine (Quorn).