A clear evening with a slight breeze great for a run or walk we all gathered at Steen Street greeting those we hadn’t seen since before Christmas and a Happy New Year to all to welcome in the New Year.
Pea Beau gathered us out front and said there was white chalk and flour and three piss stops? On that way and through next doors yard to the next street. Hot Rocks and Flubber were out checking and found trail down the drain and foot paths to Milton street High school grounds. Our wine seller Shaggus was visiting again but he said his calves were sore from running up Mt Archer down in Rocky yesterday. Not bad for a 72 year old Daffodil found out later in the night. Talking how his visits may cease due to the slow market. Crossing the running track we came out at Paradise Street and across to the new pathway down the other side and back across down to Bridge Road where we caught up Hot Rocks and Flubber checking which way. It was behind Souths and across the cricket field to Juliet Street. Maybe a piss stop at Harrup Park but no it was on home but a few of the walkers and Shaggus took a street too early and had to come around the block to find home. A good length run to get the New Year on track and get rid of the extra kilos from Christmas.
A few work mates of Pea Beaus swelled the numbers to around 39 I think.
Jokes started the circle and Pea Beau got his 200 run t-shirt. Walk report by Champion was ‘ it was long’ but she made it. A charge for Missionary for no hash shirt on the run and Dragon Lady for coming to her rescue with a badge from Delicious Hash Haberdashery . A down down for Flubber, Ba Goose & Streaker and the visitors. Pensioner wrote a farewell poem to Pea Beau which we have all come to enjoy and are amazed with how he comes up with everyone to be included into the verses.
Beers were running low so Hash Nosh was called and we filled up on rissoles and sausages on bread and tomatoes.
Champion and Dragon Lady tried to find more beer but after trying a few only found the Mackay Hotel open. It was 8.40 by this time and we had to head home otherwise tied eyes in the morning for work and yes Daffodil slept in. Others stayed and enjoyed the night so someone else can fill in the the ending. Farewell to Golden Showers and Pea Beau.
On On
Corgi
Cummalott and The Knights of the Round Hash Table – by Pensioner presented at Pea Beau’s Piss Off Party.
The wind howled around the crumbling castle, the fortress of Cummalott,
She reclined inside on a sofa, and contemplated her twat.
“What’s that?” cried she, and stumbled, to a mirror her eye did stray,
“Damn and curse I’m leaking, I’m in need of a large Driptray.”
Just then a fearful pounding shook the door upon it’s hinge,
“Open up M’lady, I beg you” cried Oh Blurry, with a tinge
Of excitement in his loins, for wondrous though it seems,
His wrinkled old Prick was standing, and straining at it’s seams.
Now Lady Cummalott ran naked, to the door and flung it wide,
But the cunning Sir Snot as usual was the first to run inside.
“Madame,” said he, “have mercy, but you need to cover up,
For the Scots, they are a-coming, with McFanny and her Magic Cup”.
“Magic Cup?” asked Sir Golly The Rotund, “What sorcery is this?”
“A Cup of Magical Powers” said Delicious, “a cup of pure bliss.”
Sir Zorro clamped his crotch with a powerful gloved hand,
“Tis bliss we seek” said he, “and for bliss we’ll make a stand!”
“Fools” scoffed Smegma, “you’re all damn fools, and I’m here to tell you why,
“Bliss doesn’t come to all, unless Viagra is in good supply!”
“Well then my Liege” called Pea Beau “ if it’s a cunning deal you seek,
Come with me to Harvey Norman, we’ve got deals to make you weep!”
“What infamy is this!” cried Sir Tonguer, “there’s no deals better than mine…”
“Begone” said Dragon Lady, “or on the rack I’ll stretch your spine!”
Now Cummalott still stood there, in her naked burning pride,
Casting an eye over the Knights still waiting, for their turn to take a ride.
But no one there amongst them gave her dribbles of expectation,
Not one of these motley bastards had the balls for her salvation.
“Raggedy Anne!” said she, “Come forward, with your spells and potions grand,
I need some Insex and Golden Showers, to make a Luv Mussell rise and stand!”
“ShowUs the way to Screw, for my Flaps feel Teflon lined,
Sir Tarzan couldn’t help last night, he graciously declined,
I tried Sir Nickerlicker, but he couldn’t get past my Pants,
I even tried Sir Baagoose, but was sickened by his chants.”
“Radish M’lady” said Raggedy, “Hot radish is what you need,
Mix it with some Pawpaw, and a large Mango seed”
“Cook it to 69 degrees, add some Oui Oui, stir well and drink it down,
You’ll feel like a Champion Missionary, though your tits may turn slightly brown.”
“You know” said Lady Cummalott, “what I feel for me is best,
Is a romp or two with my Corgi, in the Daffodil field we’ll rest.”
“Nonsense!” cried Sir Hotrocks, “what you need I’ll set you straight,
Breastroke in the castle moat, past the Knothead at the gate,
If he’s naked he’s a Streaker, and probably he Who Hasn’t Paid,
We’ll firmly pull his Handbrake, and slice him with a blade!”
“Be off!” cried Lady Cummalott, “Tis Boom n Bust or never,
This castle’s an ancient relic, it can’t remain forever,
I’ll have to take my chances, on a Knight who’s not a questioner,
Damn, it looks like I’m stuck, with fucking old Sir Pensioner.”
