Hares: Daily Newd, Narcoleptic Noodle, Touch My Innards.
Hounds: 7 Seconds, Rug Doctor, Semper Felonious, Just Mike, Just Lynn,
Just David,
Wandering Dick (Columbia hash visitor), Betty Kaboose (Columbia hash
visitor), Lady Long Legs.
The trash: 'Twas 14 days before Xmas and here in the city,
Hares and hounds gathered to run a trail so shitty.
They all wore green dresses, chosen without care,
And they hoped by running, they'd give folks a scare.
Passers-by saw them, this is what they said,
W.T.F. is going on in your head?
Down roads, alleys and lawns, the hares created a clatter,
Spreading flour, toilet paper and other foul matter.
The pack chased, even crossing a log in a flash,
All to find beer kept cold in a stash.
The trail was bad, mismarked and often didn't appear,
But the pack followed anyway, they were after the beer.
They ran so fast to catch the hares so lively and quick,
But the trail was difficult, and they swore, 'You big Dick!'
Eventually Beer Near and On-In was found scrawled,
The pack was so happy, one screamed, one bawled.
In an abandoned motel, out by the old mall,
They drank down-downs, yes, one and all.
Soon, they were sated, drunk, red of nose,
And freezing their asses, fingers and toes.
So it was off to the bar, where they gathered en masse,
They ate Mexican food, drank, and yes, they got gas.
Hours later after finishing, they drove out of sight,
Saying, Merry F'ing Christmas, we'll drink more tonight.
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