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Folkdance
had a nasty time,
Got luffed up on that starting line.
Nowhere to go - smashed countdown hard,
Which took the ROs quite off guard.
Poor Anne Kyle slipped and lost her grip,
And crashed about and bruised her hip,
She really didn't think it fun,
Needs embrocation for her bum!
The Long Solent was very long,
With kites up, we just rolled along,
A lottery of wind that day,
But how does
Madelaine
get away?
Ed sits there, still, there is no doubt,
Whilst we all gybe and mess about.
Poor
Crackerjack
had found a mound,
And sadly they went hard aground.
Then
Bossa Nova
grounded twice,
Once on a post, which wasn't nice!
I heard it from a friendly source
That
Folkdance
sailed the Nordic course!
Whilst
Pilgrim
luffed boats in the tide
10 boats slipped through her other side!
Poor Sally didn't have much luck,
Dropped 1st to 19th- she said f...bother!
The Quiz was fun but unfair seems
For some had 9 chaps in their teams.
Stralende
had a team of 4
Which didn't seem to mar their score.
Those egg heads knew their maths and sport-
No subject were they really caught.
Cloud Cuckoos
knew their morse quite well,
And got all letters we could tell,
Whilst ROs knew a few, then guessed it-
The word to find, of course, was Brexit!
Now Bernie thought it quite absurd,
Cos
Jarramas
had got a third!
There's something wrong, a big up cock,
They hadn't even left the dock.
The girls were shopping, gone on strike,
But points for free, should get a 'like'
