(I’m sorry to say I have not had enough time to put something together for tonight so)
I’ve had to join Robin Williams, and become a member of Dead Poet Society but then I thought again. Late evening when I donned my nighty
And put pen in my hand, and gave it a little time
And thought about you lot, and came up with a rhyme
So we are gathered once again, after a week of Blanco fun
To remember In rhyme, some of the things we might have done
Now some may feel scorned, and others may get the shits
As I recite your week’s misdemeanours, in scores of rhyming couplets
With so many teenagers, the lion den was very quiet
And the Olympic opening ceremony was a wonderful sight
With all the help you gave, you kids are now forgiven
For your nightly raucous parties, which left some broken and some smitten
The Hanley’s holiday took a drive, when they left the warmer clime
To spend a week in the cold, but had a great Blanco time
And Isabel in thirty seconds, gave Dennis a really big fright
Said sex is like a song, it’s been hard day’s night
Good food from the kitchen, dear Bronwyn couldn’t care a shit
For she brings to the dinner table, her own bottle of Marmite
And Pierre inspects the sauna, after the kids have doused the fire
He stokes and pokes the flames, till we perspire with desire
If the debate at night in the bar, is not hot and needs to thaw
Then just call on dear Mignon, but please, don’t mention the Law
And Roy wasn’t feeling well, said it was a bug in his stomach
But we all know too well, he’d just over-done it.
At night in lower meadows, lying in bed I beg for leg
The closest I got to procreation, was watching Lesley lay an egg
And Pete Cox broke an egg, right between his hairy thighs
And Colleen broke all the rules, by having the heater up on high
Nicky teaches science at Grey, knows her stuff but is clearly quite stern
For she sits by the fire all day, setting homework for the whole of next term Hubby Fred wearing shorts and sandals, up Black Eagle he easily was first
And on the bike when you think he is tiring, he puts foot and gives another final burst.
Now Vanessa’s been good all week, I’ve got nothing nasty to say
but she sang out of tune accompanying James, when in the pub he was singing My Way,
And the best relaxation for Jill, is to sit by the hut with literature
While Sam again takes out the kit, to fix yet another bicycle puncture
Bruce Barrow arrived late in the week, Tiffendell was their skiing resort
Heather sank the black at first try, says snooker is now her main sport
The McWilliams also came midweek, but made sure their presence was seen Allan and Heather sure played their part, in the victorious Olympic team.
The Saunders called Allan and Claire, with three kids out here in the sun
Dad’s back home after being away, and mom says wearing beanies is fun
And Wiseman’s called Ghita and Barry, up Loskop the last day of their stay Coming down was quite another matter, following Wayne as he lost his way.
And Guy did his stuff, with another great Olympic fest
With so much sporting talent, did he really know who was best
And Lindsay was a star, arranging Prickly Pear was really great
For morning tea, hot chocolate and lovely carrot cake.
For fun and entertainment, Louis stampedes the Wildebeest
And after dinner in the bar, he entertains all the guests
And Jenny the sporting Mum, looking always very chic
With not a hair out of place, she easily wins the Olympics.
Lynn Hobbs was feeling ill, Blanco tummy was the range this year,
So no time for annual shopping, nor a trip to the Prickly Pear,
But Neill was in fine form, and on his bike he looked quite cute
But he had us all in stitches, with his yarn about a suit.
If your cool drinks have gone missing, and the bar needs a lock
Then call inspector grim, Oh our Wayne is still in shock
And Debbie played bar games, all night in the Kroeg
Kept on with 30 seconds, till we were all tired and moeg
And Dave at the piano, played fine music without the boom
Of the base drum and guitar, that emanates from the rec room
And Sandy spent a morning, at a store called C and D
Says even though it’s Tarka, its still great retail therapy.
And Richard to the Prickly Pear, drove the little ones for tea
Complained one was very chatty, just like her mommy named Sandy
Now Hester she’s plain bedonnerd, swimming four lengths under ice
But we will all agree this year, your pink hair is very nice
Now loosing balls at Blanco, was the best of golfing fun
But Dave’s now gone and spoilt it, with a perfect hole in one
And Lynne was there as witness, with shouts of joy as she should
Watch out Ernie Else, be careful Tiger Woods
And Elaine had a good giggle, watching hubby on the first tee
With balls in every direction, she laughed so mush it made her wee
And talking about balls, have you see Ian in his cycle shorts
I think his shop in Hermanus, is clearly for other sports
Our Baron Ian van Trapp, he’s feeling sad and sore
For he’s climbed every mountain, and he’s moaning there are no more
And to his lovely wife Jane, every bit the perfect Tannie
She’s given the best Blanco treat, to a little boy named Attie.
For most of us as at Blanco, horse riding is just fun
But dear Ruth took a tumble, now she got a very sore bum
And Dr. Roaul brought his medicine, but it’s only a pupil dilator
To get relief for poor Ruth, he used Jane’s 12-inch vibrator
If you dream of reaching for the stars, ask Neville for his long telescope
But keep your curtains drawn he may just peep you having a poke
And Jenny’s last to leave the sauna, she says she likes it all sticky and steamy Neville says pour more Eucalyptus, he loves when her eyes all go dreamy
Now most of life’s an illusion, just look at the owners too new
All week we call them Chris and Kim, when their names are really Fuzzy and Foo
And so to end we thank you Kim, and congratulate you Chris
For ensuring for years to come, unblemished Blanco bliss.
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