1993-1994
T’was two weeks before the AGM, and all through Jube’s place
All Hussies were sleeping, all covered in lace
But while we were partying, with stories abound
The venue for the AGM, was burnt to the ground
Titz wailed, but we need a new GM, and now a venue too
Fuck it, she hollered, Schwarz you’ll do
So that’s where it started, 2 split bums in a row
All hashmen beware, we re running the show
Rigor screamed we can’t have this, a GM with no balls
Warm beer, Cold wine, it’ll be hell for us all
But that’s OK, I’ll get you next year
We’ll have a split bum brewmaster, to serve your warm beer
Not long into the new reign, we gathered some new
Shadow, Candlestick, and Xerox too
Shadow was quiet, Candle a Baker
And Xerox we named, to fill A.T’s quota
Madd-on-er another who was fairly new
‘You’ve got my Piss Pot you bastard, I know it was you’
A lesson to learn, a vessel to keep
Be sure to stay awake, and not fall asleep
Vets sent over Joe 90, to see how its done
Then they sent Loosie, to join in the fun
But Metal set fire to him, to see if he’d fly
I guess next year, we’ll just build our own Guy.
The Blues Brothers turned out, all ready for fun
With Sharpie so gorgeous, dressed as a Nun
The Nellies and Etals, were dressed in their best
With all of us others, saluting their quest
InterHash provided, the highlight of the year
Where Ebony swapped her knickers, for Emphysema’s G String to wear
A practice at Mamaku, just to check our run for sure
Where Mick ‘Claytons’ Jagger, provided a show to die for
Full Moon held a fundraiser, a sight for sore eyes
With Titz, Mummy and Hand Me Down imitating Mud Pies
Hash games and adventures raised lots of funds
And Mummy got drunk with her favourite sons
The Thrash runs were all, long drunken nights
With ours a success, a party till light
A limo from Abby’s, our money well spent
Humping and Screwing, to our hearts content
Away runs started many a tale
With Purple Death becoming our favourite ale
And we learnt from our travels, that Rum was the best
To have it cut before the Bombay Hills, was our biggest test
Wainui Hui found Dodge crashed on the floor
He came from the top bunk, yet he still wanted more
Mooloo’s M party put us all on a High
Till Hand Me Down smelled Petrol, ‘We’re all going to Die!’
Sharpie’s gumboots somehow always managed to go west
So he threw Shadows shoe out the bus, as he yelled ‘They’re my best’
Mr. Meat said, ‘Its OK I’ve marked where it’s at,
There’s an K on the side of the bus, we’ll get it on the way back’
The Rotorua ‘free weekend’ was a wonderful thing
When Titz, Madd-on-er and I decided to sing
Some Mothers was grumpy, the music wouldn’t go
But we just stuck our chest out, and got on with the show
At Napier Sharpie failed, in his quest to kill Daisy
He hit him with the bus, before things went hazy
Maybe next time you’ll get him, it can’t be that hard
If you wait long enough, he’ll drop his guard
An Energy run, Shadow asleep before we had started
Then only to wake, as we were ready to be parted
Metal’s motto, ‘One Can, One Piss, is all I can handle
Please stop the car, or I’ll piss all over Candle’
Each passing year bought many a favorite run
Pisces, Over Zee Hill and many more to cum
Coast 2 Coast was combined with a 6~ Anniversary
With all the past GM’s there for everyone to see
We had our 30O~, combined with Halloween
With Part Timer, so early, no where to be seen
It seemed that her night, was a bit of a blur
So Hard to Port took her home, the words she did slur
Most were willing, but few were able
And Ebony found Claytons asleep, under the table
Mustang couldn’t help herself, she chundered in Sharpie’s sink
It’s OK though, Dodge helped with the lumpy bits, I think
And finally to say goodbye to you all
We held a Western party in Two Dogs old hall
And just for a change, in a tradition well worn
We drunk till we were legless, and spewed in the morn
So thanks for the fun, and the abuse from the moaners
I hope you enjoyed it, despite the hangovers
When it all comes down to it, I really don’t care
I had a good time, and was glad to be there
There’s one thing in life, that really can’t fail
Keep a smile on your face, and a vessel of ale
You’ll have people wondering, what you’re really up to
When all the time, you’re just trying not to spew
ON ON to the next 10 years
Schwarz
Drawing of GM on this page adapted from original drawing by Trollup