At TSC we are celebrating Burns Night on Tuesday, being the regular club night and as like last year I’ve been asked to do the Lassies Return. Thankfully I don’t have to sing this year. You really don’t want to hear me sing, it’s not good at all.
So, if anyone from TSC reads this you are getting a sneak preview of the Lassies Return 09 style:
The Lassies Return – 2009
Why thank you “______”for kind words previously uttered,
Ladies you’ll agree with me, they weren’t too cluttered.
So to my short lassies ditty
Thrown together, hopefully witty
In honour of TSC men (and Mr Burns),
This evening; the Ladies Return.
Andy Christie, our Commodore he be,
So small that he can fit on one’s knee.
I may jest and be cruel, but it’s meant in good favour,
The past two years, he’s been a true saviour.
So I turn to the vice, of Mr Gurney you’re aware,
His rambling long speeches you know are nightmares.
The King of the disco and kedgeree cook,
A champion teacher, students ne’er mistook
Now this year there’s been boat kerfuffle’s,
Of owners there’s been shifting and shuffles.
The happy face of Big Al, with large persona,
Using guile and cunning to seize graceful Iona,
So what to next year, the future has plans,
A new Commodore to see, we should all be his fans.
New faces and old, of many there’ll be,
Our darling River Thames, may she continue to flow free.
To the end of my prose, we now have reached.
Thank goodness, hoorah, I hear you screech.
Let me leave you with these thoughts,
Be kind, be happy, be free but ne’er distraught.