R*n 335: Calder Vale

There were some Hashers from Lancashire
Who met for a run at Barake-ire
"Let's make the scribe sick
And insist on Limerick!"

But it's really tricky finding the right number of words before it rhymes and that fills me full of ire! (you didn't expect straightforward ones did you?)

There were some Hashers who met at the church
And spent a few minutes waiting for Lurch
He brought Wednesday
Instead of his good laday
S'pect he left her in the hutch/porch/lurch *

*Delete as you feel appropriate

There were March Hares who had set the trail
And made sure we had a stop for ale
In Calder Vale
With the yellow pail
And other stuff

(Blank verse, are you impressed?)

It was the day of Saint Paddy
So if you didn't want to be a baddy
Then you wore green
Or you were thought mean
And Baldbrick won the prize of Cadb'ry

(it gets worse…)

There were wimps and Rambos
Who'd have like to eaten Ambrose-
ia from a tin
But they say it's a sin
So they didn't do those
Things

(Oooooo)

There was a runner called Upperskirt it
Was said did one and a half times the circuit
The other month
And it caused a rump-
Us while they had to search for it.

(Sorry about the "It", poetic licence you see)

There was a hash virgin called Trevah
Who came along wiv 'is Muvvah
Asked "Would you return?"
He replied "I wouldn't spurn
The chance to come on anuvver".

(That;s the high point)

There was a scribe from Cumb-ri-er
Who couldn't keep this up much long-er
The rhymes are trite
(Some would say sh*te) –
Must be OnInn time for summat strong-er!

(Phew!)