A prayer for the lonely

[dustybin]

Dear Lord this day I ask of you
A favour if you will
Please spare a thought for those of us
Not going to Arrow Mill
We'd like to go, we want to go
But life's got in the way
So instead of riding off up north
At home we need to stay
The site will be a lonely place
The banter will be thin
So please keep me away from the Song Name thread
Yours truly, Dustybin

[Nonnie]

Dear Dustybin,

We feel for you, all alone,
We may text you, on your phone,
To tell you how drunk we be,
To show you, what we had for tea,
We'll think of you, while we're karting,
And also when, Didge is farting,
So, Dustybin, so sad and morose,
You'll be alone when you post.
We'll be back soon, so don't you worry,
To next years Weekender, you must hurry.

xx

[dustybin]

Why Nonnie, I thank you so
For your words, Oh so sincere
It's true what people say of you
You really are a dear
My number though I think I'll keep
A secret just for me
A drunken call I do not want
Saturday morning at half past three
A plus for me has sprung to mind
Whatever could it be
At least I don't have to hear the jokes
Of five foot two Rickeeeeeeee!

[Nonnie]

Oh Dusty dear, thats really sweet,
How very kind and rather neat,
One thing though I'm not quite sure of
Why you dont want a call of
People who are drunk and dizzy
All through the night we could keep you busy
Of telling tales of derring do
And who is better at cornering than who
But if youre sure you want no calls
Then, along with you, Ill just say BALLS
And post again when I get back
Asuming my wheels are kept on track!

[dustybin]

If balls you say then balls it is
What else is there to say
Except to wish you a fond farewell
And send you on your way
I hope the weekend is for all
A wonderful event
Whether you're sleeping in luxury
Or couped up in a tent!

[Nonnie]

I'm in the travelodge dear friend,
it's nearly driven me round the bend
I want one night
They say YOU PAY FOR TWO
I say you're crap
They say who?
I say you're kidding
We're not say they
I'll pass my keys on
To start an affray.........

[scrumpster]

Oh dear oh dear
one night not two
was I too much last year for you?
Alas I am off in a tent
A free weekend I shall frequent
In the heart of scrumpy country I will be
But thoughts of you lot will be with me
Of fun and laughs and oh great joy
I wish I was at the Arrow oh boy, oh boy
I really am a rubbish poet
so noone tell me I already know it!!

Have a good one me matey's and have a pint or two for scrumps and I'll return the favour. And Nonnie, watch what you're doing!! xx

[dustybin]

Afray you say, I don't believe
Please tell me that my eyes deceive
A fight will surely only lead
To aching hands and a nose bleed
To get in to a nasty fight
With Travelodges little sh1te
Will mean no room, no bath, no bed
Nowhere soft to lay your head
Accept that they are stupid and silly
And probably have a little willy!

[Chaos Inc.]

I hate people that rhyme
all the time.:banghead:

[Gilps]

man
that doesn't scan

[Mrs Soup]

To the weekender I'd love to go
But the man at Ducati, he says "No! :thumbsdown:
Your new parts are somewhere in a truck" :hissy:
Perhaps next year I'll have more luck! :(

[Nonnie]

Our bags are packed
We're off to the Mill
Hope we don't get stopped
By the Old Bill
For noisy zorsts
And teeny plates
When we're just going
To see some mates
So bid me farewell
And say Happy Trip
See you soon
I'll be back real quick