Hares: Bulimia & Yogi Bra (running), Welcome In (walking)
Date 13th June
Run Report: Blah Blah
It was a run full of hills, a run full of rain, a run truly worthy of Phnom Prassat. There were people in love and there were Nazis. There were governesses and there were songs. The pack couldn’t restrain it’s glee as Yogi Bra clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at the darkening sky and declared she would sing about homophones. The pack erupted with glee until they were informed that a homophone isn’t a sexually alternative telecommunications device. This sent some of them sulking however they listened all the same. And clasping Bulimia’s hand in the driving rain she began:
“Doh, Mr. Tinkle, a walking Tinkle,
“Ray, something not seen through all the clouds
“Me, the noodles Laverne gobbles,
“Fa, followed by “ck” said Scoutmaster on the cliff
“So, the wild oats that STD spreads
“La, at the end of each sentence by Sarsy
“Ti, money taken by May Not
and that brings us back to “doh-n’t-you-think- Petr-look- good-wet?”
Bulimia then broke hands with Yogi Bra and, sodden and wet, launched into:
“Raindrops on hashers and the legs on Town Whore,
“Trails that are sodden and hills that make legs sore,
“Barbwire fences mistaken for strings,
“These are a few of my favourite things,”
“Temples on hills lost in the downpour,
“Leking Duck and Little Willie wet to the core,
“Herring Choker finding a bush that stings
“These are a few of my favourite things,”
“When Yogi’s lost,
“When the checks broken
“When I’m feeling sad,
“I simply remember my favourite things,
“And then I don’t feel, sooooo baaaaaaaaad,”
Then the Nazi’s came, and we left.
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