‘Twas the night before…. the big Thames win…
Twas the night before
Christmas the Great River Race,
And all through the
Not a creature was stirring – except Nick and Ali.
In hopes that all the rest of the crew soon would get there.
While visions of their long journey south danced in their heads…
The hog-roast and ‘Doombar’ had fair hit the spot.
When in the camp marquee, there arose such a clatter
The Dutch Oompah band was drowning out the chatter!
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below us
But all too soon the crack of dawn arose
And knackered rowers, groaning, climbed into damp clothes.
Now Alison! Now Calum! Now Grethe! Now Dan!
Now Lesley, Nick, Seumas, Gerry, Mark, Ish, Alan and Sam!
More rapid than eagles the buses they came
And the stewards had everyone checked on by name.
Taking time to get the craic with all the other oar-ers
Our old friends from Holland had the Groot & Grut close by…
…And Lesley was interviewed by the telly folk from Dubai!
Each boat with six crew and a load of bananas stowed.
As dry leaves before a wild hurricane blow,
When the start horn went, the ‘Coigach Lass’ and ‘Lily~Rose’ were GO!
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle!
They spoke hardly a word but went straight up the river
Passing boats left and right with hardly a quiver…
But the ‘Coigach Lass’ rowers were feeling their oats…
2 mins. ahead of the ‘Lily~Rose’ – they secured First Position!
(Mixed 4-oar section!)
But we heard them exclaim as they all flew North out of sight…
With huge apologies to the original, classic poem…… 🙂