First to the gate, was Simon Milgate
No way he was gonna be late
H'ed even brought his own plate
And Tassie scollops in a crateOur cook for the day was Raymond Brown
His culinary tricks were renowned
It's not true he burnt a kitchen to the ground
And cost the owner many a pound The first man to lay a bet was McWollie
Dancing around and being jolly
Which soon proved to be a folly
What was left would'nt buy a lollie We all turned around, and there was Quinny
I like one in the next, but the chances are many
I've had a look, the odds are skinny
The name I like, it's Irish Jenny Then with a call of, "Hey Just Before"
There stood a man, his name was Tor
No shrewder man, that was for sure
Who tried to flog us, some debentures Next along, came Sandro Bechini
The man renowned for growing Zucchini's
Admiring the models in their bikini's
Looking to pay off his Lamborghini Then, there was our lovely Carole Brown
Dressed to the nines, in a floral gown
Knocking them dead, in this small town
Helping as usual, without even a frown Standing alone was a Mr. Vanderwert
Who'd had quite a winning spurt
Eyeing the lass, in the short black skirt
To Rhyno, she was quite a flirt Took a look towards the Bookies marker
Low and behold, there was Lawrence Parker
A man for the odds, there was'nt smarter
If I was a map, he'd be my charter At the end of the day. as we were boarding
There was our friend, old Hussy Jordan
Happy drunk, but a little maudlin
While trying to play the Piano Accordian Just before we all got a startin
On rolled good old Steven Martin
Hands glued tight around a carton
Of which I'm sure would take some partin Our designated driver was Bernard Duffy
The only person to back a roughie
Who caused the bookies to get all huffy
As the dogs name was Mrs. Crafty The journey home was all hilarity
Chaired of course by Michael Geraghty
Who sang a song, with such severity
The proceeds collected, went to charity So, we all will gather again next year
The answering call, was a great cheer
Thanks to all our friends on here
Who like to hold a greyhound dear.
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