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Hash 1157

1157

Date
23 Oct 2012
Hare
Hounds
39
Doggos
Distance
9.54 km
Scribe: BigFoot
Hello darkness, my old friend
We've come to run in you again
Head torches were softly gleaming
Mike the hare was proudly beaming
For the flour that he'd laid along the lane
May remain
Awaiting the sound of hashers

Intrepid hashers ran alone
Across a field of mud and stone
FRBs finding the On Back
They turned around and ran back down the track
When the trail zig-zagged up and down the hill
The hash stood still
And complained: the sound of hashers

And at the long-short split I saw
Two dozen people, maybe more
People talking without checking
People waiting without listening
People telling jokes we wish they'd never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of hashers

"Fools", said Mike, "You do not know
The long run round the field goes
Hear my words that I might teach you
If you go short the chips might reach you"
But his words, on the longs' deaf ears fell
And echoed
In the brains of hashers

The long cutters searched in vain
For the trail Mike had lain
Crossing A-roads without warning
Trying to get back before morning
Then a sign said, this way beer can be bought
("ON INN" for short)
And welcomed the sound of hashers