Good morning everybody – God, its been a trying time.
I’ve tried to explain it all to you by putting it down in rhyme.
Some hashers revel in laying a run.  Not me – I find it hard,
But I was forced to lay this one by our Hare-razor, the Bard.

He preys on nervous hashers when he needs to find a hare.
Be extra careful in the pub – he usually operates there!
He’ll wait for you to buy your drink, then, when you’re quiet and still,
He’ll run straight up and pounce on you before going for the kill.
 

You can pull and you can wriggle, you can shout and you can swear
But you know he’s got you beaten now he has you in his lair.
Then comes the awful moment when the damage will be done –
He’ll say those terrifying words, ‘It’s time you laid a run!’
 

Soon of course all hell breaks loose – you go home in a flap
And spend all next week studying the Ordnance Survey Map!
There’ll be no time for reading books or watching television,
You’ll be on the phone for hours seeking landowners’ permission.
 

Next, its off to Morrisons (to purchase flour, you see)
Desperately hoping that its buy one get one free.
You’ll buy the raffle prizes – now that’s another caper
‘Cos then you have to wrap them up in yesterdays newspaper!
 

Dockleaf and me – we’ve done all that.  We hope its not in vain,
As we’ve been warned the hare-razor is on the prowl again.
Well I’ve got news for you Tom, as in your book you delve.
We’ll lay our next run in October –
TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE!!
 

Get One Free & Dockleaf
 hares: run 1651 22 Feb 2009