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Wednesday 08/25/2004 #413

Open @ Crestwood

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Hurricane Blows
Wednesday August 25, 2004
Hash #413
By: Meta Arsehole
Our hare Blows Like A Freight Train had hared, I believe, twice prior to this evening. One of those was staged in a torrential downpour. So by my calculations, courtesy of the Portage Public School system that put our odds at 50% that we would be inhaling water while on trail. Well folks after the latest hurricane we can up those odds to 67%. It came down in buckets, it came down in sheets, and it came down sideways. Don't even get me started on the lightning! It's pretty bad when a flash flood washes away the beer that was stashed for a beer halt. Next time Blows wants to lay trail, be afraid, be very afraid.

Since we were running and or walking in a monsoon, most of us missed the Hash Poem that Blows had left along the trail.

Why Do I Hash?*


A Trail Poem by Blows LAFT

*Copyright Pending

Any recreation or rebroadcast of this poem without the express written consent of Blows LAFT or the Big Hump Hash House Harriers is expressly prohibited.

Why do I do this thing called hashing?
It's crude, foul and not at all dashing.
Through the shiggy I come a crashing, scraped by briar I take a slashing.
Again I've had another terrible bashing, a pox on the hare and a thorough lashing!
So just why do I continue hashing?

But the following week I return to the hash.
Again I lay down all my spare cash, then huddle and feign smiles for the flash.
The hare looks fleet and oh so brash!
He grabs his chalk and flour stash, and disappears with swagger and sash.
I clench my teeth and begin to gnash and trudge into the night to trip and thrash.
It's on-on to another poison ivy rash!
So just why do I continue to do this hash?

Another trail done, I am bruised and gashed.
My clothes are tattered and my feet mashed.
With forces of nature I have butted and clashed, stumbled, fumbled, groped and splashed.
Too embarrassed to admit I have once again hashed, I will swill cheap brew until thoroughly trashed.



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