Run # 2031 The Burns Supper Hash 1/20/25<br/>
Where: Park Elementary School, Warwick<br/>
Hare: Shemale Man<br/>
Hounds: Amish Ithead, OOzing, Crabby Shag, Mr. Rogers, Rusty, Willie, Finger Licking Good, Chicken Man Eh?, Pussy Galore, Basket, Cracker Jackoff, Blue Job Lips, Just Pat, Dr WHO and Just the Tip<br/>
Hashit: OOzing<br/><br/>

The sorted details as told by our own Oozing Burns:<br/>
When hare Shemale man leave the street,<br/>
And thirsty neebors and hashers meet.<br/>
As the Burns hash is wearing late,<br/>
An' the RI hash tak the gate;<br/>
Whist Meatwallet sit housing at the nappy,<br/>
Amish is getting fou and looking happy;<br/>
The hash think na on the long trail miles,<br/>
The mosses, waters, shiggy, slaps and styles,<br/>
That lie between the pack and the beer.<br/>
The hare looks a sulky, sullen dame,<br/>
Gathering his beard like a gathering storm.<br/>
Whist the missus nurses her cold stays home to keep warm.<br/>
True trail found by honest Crabby O Shag,<br/>
And close behind the kilt clad Pussy and the 'Tip,<br/>
(Auld Basket, wham ne'er a trail passes,<br/>
For horny men an' bonnie lasses).<br/>
O Amish, had he but been so wise,<br/>
Wulda stayd home his Ian wife's advice.<br/>
But PG tailed thee hash thou was in skellum.<br/>
An' followin' blethering, blustering, drunken Just Pat,<br/>
As WHO wad blether as Rusty gat roaring a shoe on.<br/>
Care Cracker mad to see his lassie blew lips happy,<br/>
Whilst Him Wrung guy drown'd himself among the nappy.<br/>
As Oozing flee home wi' whiskey o' treasure,<br/>
Finger licking and chicken man eh ran their way wi' pleasure.<br/>
Kings may be blest but the whiskey was glorious,<br/>
Even Just willie ran the ills o' life victorious.<br/><br/>

But pleasures are like poppies spread,<br/>
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.<br/>
Or like the beer flows into the liver,<br/>
A moments glee-then melts for ever;<br/>
Nae man or woman can tether time or tide,<br/>
The hour approaches as the hash maun ride,<br/>
That hour, o' nights black arch the war'ick park,<br/>
That approaching hour Basket stabs the beast,<br/>
An' sic a nite he takes the haggis in.<br/>
As ne'er poor sinners look'd upon in,<br/>
The wind blew as the haggis blawn its last,<br/>
The hash rose and read the Ode at a blast<br/>
The greedy hash gleams the meat swallow'd,<br/>
Loud, deep and lang the burps bellow'd.<br/>
With Mr Rogers neeps n tatties on the side,<br/>
An' good brew an' whiskey we all smiled.<br/><br/>

Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,<br/>
Hashers man, and bonnie lasses take heed;<br/>
Whene'er to drink you are inclined,<br/>
As dirty ditties run in the mind,<br/>
Think! ye may buy the joys o'er dear:<br/>
Remember this Shemale's mare.<br/><br/>

(With apologies to Robbie Burns)<br/>