Hares:  Slap Dat Ass, Insance Clown Pussy, Cream On My Back

Because it was his birthday, Cream asked me to write his trash.  Here it is in haiku form.

Start at Happy Meal

Three Hares to help celebrate

Cream On My Back’s birth.

 

Chalk Talk was started,

Spot on the Mat showed up late,

Cannot park worth shit.

 

Hounds sent on their way,

Dick Assley was in the front,

Not for very long.

 

Crossed Westcott quickly,

Traffic coming from both sides,

Almost hit by car.

 

Ran to railroad tracks,

Found 10 yards of shitty trail,

Running on tracks sucks.

 

Saw Slap at her car,

Cooler filled with jell-o shots,

Birthday Cake flavor.

 

Ran north for too long,

T.C. Jester not hash friend,

ly, getting real hot.

 

Lube Job riding bike,

Bitching about everything,

Had to carry bike.

 

“Water Crossing” was,

Smelly, trash-filled drainage ditch,

Hearthache found his balls.

 

Came up to a park,

Saw hashers just hanging out,

Thank god, a beer check.

 

Too many miles left,

Was getting warmer outside,

legs were giving out.

 

Trail went back to park,

Dead trees torn out of the ground,

Not a virgin end.

 

Hash food way too good,

Assorted cheese and crackers,

left in sun too long.

 

Beer was flowing fast,

Circle was called to “order”

Slap was put on ice.

 

Prizes given out,

For the best item on trail,

baby almost won.

 

Couldn’t hear cirlce,

Ramrod tried to take control,

Iced asses abound.

 

Shigmata looked hot,

Ice water was dumped on head,

Revenge would be had.

 

Circle then ended,

Time to watch a beer mile,

record be broken.

 

Horsefli didn’t see,

Shigmata with the trash can,

Ice water looked cold.

 

On-After was full,

Of lesbian softball teams,

cheap beer and crawfish.

 

Beer mile record

breaker was super wasted,

it’s good to be king.

 

On-on to the Spring,

TXIH and camp-out,

Register.  Bitches.