At the end of the merry month of May

As the earth span rapidly towards June

An ale-swilling band of flour-stalkers

Were treated to another hashy full moon

One Harriette couldn’t get a single check right 

Whether letfting or righting or straight ahead sighting 

She simply fluffed it up - all night 

Sir Tom Toms checks werent too bad 

He surprised us all as temporary front-running-b@$t*D 

But his joy didn’t last we are told 

When he learned the last pie had been sold 

The route was beautifully laid out 

With scenery galore to admire 

Fish hooks without fish 

Checks without mates 

And farms, fields, nettles, and plenty stiles and gates 

Twas a beautiful evening alright 

With sun in the sky 

And plenty daylight 

It was also midgie and mud-free 

Which particularly delighted the old curmudgeon me!

With 6 different Frbs,

it was less of a Hash -

and more of a race

Yet the moon was a late-cumming Hasher 

We’d all left the pub when he finally showed his Face!

.....thank God he finally showed up......

He’s always furkn bitchin’

Let’s drink our beer

Get outta here

And get back in the kitchen

Drink it down down down down, down down down down!

Onon