Verbier Grimentz 2004 - Poem!!

Been waiting and waiting and waiting my dear,

for the weekend that comes but just once a year,

That weekend where many young fellows set off,

for some riding and lots of big beers and such stuff

That weekend that takes us to Verbier this year,

is the one that they’ll talk of for ages, no fear.


The tenth anniversary of riding was here

It couldnt be ten years since, then. Oh dear,

when we started riding we were much younger then,

Yes you just take are ages right now, minus 10

And you’ll see that no matter how old we do get

That we still know how to have fun, no regrets.


Well this one was different, it was not quite the same,

For we went for 3 days of riding. Not tame.

Those buggers they took of 1 day more than usual

To do somthing that was not very useful.

That day they took off to go riding downhill,

And believe me they really did get their fill.


They took of alright and arrived there at twelve,

With the missile all frantic for riding himself

down that big nasty hill where the cabines go up

and the riders go down, then they fall then get up.

Sometimes with bruises and sometimes with curses

well thats what happens when you fall. You need nurses ??


When the meal is over they head for their rooms

And rapidly get changed for the day, its past noon.

Where the hell are those buggers, where did they go

Don’t they know that there’s some great riding to do ?

So the missile shows up and hes dressed for a fight

With the hill that he knows that can give quite a fright.


Well the riding ahead was just great you will see

We kept right on riding , no stopping to pee.

But jo cornet solo did stop once or twice

To fall on some rocks with his ribs, hmmm..not nice

And the others ? Well maybe some others got hurt

but mostly we manged to not lose our shirts.


The papy and missile do have a good battle.

Good grief, that papy, he’s quite hard to rattle.

He goes down the hill very fast, I have seen

He’s behind, I can’t shake him, I just want to scream:

« Bugger off, go behind, slow down, leave me be. »

I’m dressed like a turtle for battle, not he.



But he travels on his bike quite much faster than light

Leaving me quite frustrated that I can’t shake that tyke

Not to mention trois decis, also riding along

Going slower, (a bit), cos hes not quite as strong.

On the downhills, hes slower, a little, not by much

Cause he fell, it did hurt, on les Crozet he crunched.


Manic laughs, lots of thrills and quite many a spill

You would think that some of them had taken some pill

A pill that is called Novanarbis you say ?

No not that one, not that one, no never, no way.

That one is the missiles, noone else they can take it

The one that they took was not that one. Cant fake it.


With many more miles without braking, much fun

Tired arms, legs and back, now lets go have some rum.

Well a shandy, or a panaché or a bloody big beer

We did sit and have some and raised a big cheer

Where was mike, lets call him, hes missing the fun

Good grief, telepathics, we called him, he’s come !


Down the hill past the bisse, we were riding and laughing

Past some kids that were running and shouting out something

Good grief said the missile, oh shit said trois decis

This kids they were running, it could have been messy

For a firecracker up in your face is not funny,

Its a wonder trois decis black shorts were not runny !


Discovering new trails is like taking a virgin,

You do it whilst on your face is a big grin,

The one that we found that wound down to the village

Was one that was grassy and one we could pillage

By riding full bore down its slippy green passage

Riding smoothly, no worries, no rocks to do damage.


The downpour. It started. It rained. Did it pour.

We thought it was going to go on with some more

Whilst downing 3 beers with 2 big ones, one small one

Dopey showed up with a grin, hes a tall one.

By driving up there to the mountain he came

He cant ride, but « hey, hes here all the same. »


Dinner was good, It was very delicious

The souris of lamb, oh goodness oh gracious,

It sort of had stuff that was sticking up straight

Like a big phallic object right there in the plate.

The wine it was drunk, we had more and more.

Papy was shouting out, « is six the score ? »



So onto the nightclub, the one we all know

The one where we feel that to go with the flow

We should all be younger. Much younger, oh dear,

good grief, we could all go to prison right here.

For ogling young talent its so so much fun.

For those breasts that are pert, well they know how to stun.


So trois decis takes off to the bar he knows well

Gin and tonics. Disgusting. He dont know me well.

The English can’t drink them post dinner by dozens.

I’d sooner end up with my right bollock frozen

But I drank some. No pride. No guts to say no.

I was thirsty. So I drank them. I did not say no.


The biking was waiting. That much we did know.

The others werent drinking, where did they go ?

To their beds. They went sleeping. To their beds they did snuggle.

No drinking for them, they dont want heads in a muddle.

But reason saw more than is normally usual.

So we headed for home, rather early. Unusual.


Up the next day. Rising up in the morning.

Not too early. We missed the sun that was dawning.

Breakfast, bills paid, shits shat, we are happy.

We are ready to go but our mood it turns crappy.

Where is the shankowitz, where can he be,

Its terrible, so terrible for a newbie he be !!!


Ah, not to worry, he’s broken his bike.

His ancient old proflex won’t go for this hike.

The derailleur you see that is fixed at the end.

Did rip itself off, can’t be fixed, will not mend.

He throws his bike down on the floor without pity.

Its broken. Its dead. His day will be shitty.


But thankfully someone had bikes that were two.

And amazing enough it did fit like his shoe.

For his legs are as long as the gibaules of Simon

So his mount was a heavy one. Level Betty to ride on.

The pedals came off, they were switched in a trice

So shankowitz could enjoy the day without price.


So off they all went up the mountain so high

To the croix de cœur. Some did not fly

Cause its steeper than steep and it goes up and up

Its enough to sometimes make you throw up.

Gantner is missing, but he’s on his way,

He’ll catch us all up and blow us away.



We regroup at the top, some people are sweating

The first to the top ? No idea, I was pedaling.

So up comes the missile with trois decis in tow,

with pocthier, maslij and more puffing now.

And finally to the most very tip top,

came gantner and henzi with all here to stop.


What a view from the top of the col most amazing

To look down on cows that are swiss and are grazing.

We look at the view taking sips of our camelbacks,

But shortly we’re off, on our backs slinging packs.

The missile takes off to do some quick filming,

The others ride down, some with brakes that are squealing.


Its then that we realise that gantner is failing,

To brake with his brakes. Good grief they are ailing.

And braking with front brake alone he descends.

The size of his balls on which he depends !!!

They’re surely enough to fill trousers for two,

as he goes down quite fast, sometimes faster than you !


So we start and we stop and we stop and we start

We are waiting around quite a lot. Are we tarts ?

We wait at the top, we wait at the bottom,

You’d think that we wanted the hills here to flatten.

We hop up and down making faces and such

Do we want to be here. Do we like it so much ??


Well the answer to that is so plain and so clear

Because we keep coming back year after year.

Climbing up hills and cols with no end

We wished we were fitter, we think it and send,

our thoughts out to wander as we climb them damn hills

So we get up them faster without need of pills.


Why do we keep coming back here to wander ?

Its a question with answers, no need to ponder.

Because its great fun, to ride with our friends

We dont need football, or other dumb trends.

We just like to ride and enjoy feeling ill,

Even if we do take many a spill.


And talking of falling I must make it clear

That Potts takes the medal for falling round here.

I have no idea how he manages to do it,

But fall. That he does. Hes actually good at it.

He falls for the camera, he falls for the sport

And when asked. « Why ? » He has no retort.



Arriving at Collons or les Collons maybe

We sit and we drink, and I feel like a baby.

I have no more legs and my stomach is empty

Cause all I’ve been eating is bars and gook. Plenty.

In fact so much crap have I eaten today.

I feel like I’ve eaten bad food in Bombay.


So we wait and we wait and we wait there some more.

Claude is impatient, quite vocal, he’s sore.

Cause he can climb faster than guys in the Tour,

We cant keep up. He must wait. Thats the score.

But finally when Cornets bikes cable is fixed

We set off again to fly down like a Pheonix.


A new path we find, to avoid that damn Heremence.

Cos its boring down there. We are thinking « Avoidance »

We looked at the map and we think we are sure,

Theres a better way down that we’d like to endure.

And sure as Trois Decis farts stink like like a durian

We embark on a voyage, along and not down again.


But thinking we know that the way is straight on.

We pedal right on. Down that way, missiles gone.

But he finds sure enough at the end of the day,

That damn it, and drat it, we’ve gone the wrong way.

The missile did force the wrong way there to go,

They all must have hated him. Am I wrong or no ??


So off we set down along paths quite unfriendly.

The balls of that gantners, hes lucky they’re dangly.

Cos’ going down there with two brakes was quite fun,

Imagine just going down there with but one!

Well, balls are alright, when they help you to ride

But at times you still fall and do damage your pride.


You see theres a bit that was nasty and tricky,

But gantner attempts it, you see he’s not picky.

He has a delimma, as you will soon see,

He’s lucky he didn’t run into a tree.

With only one front wheel brake working quite well

He fucks up. His balls didn’t help when he fell.


It looked kind of nasty, that scrape on his leg

I wouldnt swap with him, even if you did beg.

That scrape he did take it, a grin on his chin

« Yet more for my war wounds », hes says, no chagrin.

It swelled up quite nasty and started to bleed.

The gantners a tough one. No pansy. Not he.



We get to the bottom and for once in my life,

I can travel along here with barely no strife.

Cos usually along here I’m knackered. You see

we avoided that dip down to Heremence. Yippee.

We travel along. Not too slow not too fast

You see, cos we started quite far in the past.


So we’re tired, quite tired and wondering are we

If the sky above our tired heads will just pee.

Cos although we’ve been lucky to get here so far,

We’re not wet. We’re still dry, though we’re not in a car.

But we think we will probably get rather drippy,

Cos clouds, they are clouding over quite quickly.


And then we get to the climb that we’re dreading

The last of the day, towards it we’ve been heading.

The one to the mandelon. That bastard is high.

But up it and over it we must struggle and try.

Its long and its hard and the girls should quite like it.

Er sorry, where was I. Ah yes I did hike it.


You see I got tired of sitting on saddle.

It makes my ass feel feel its been hit with a paddle.

So when no one was looking. In front (or behind),

I scurried off into the the woods there to hide.

A little respite for my ass I did seek.

And enjoy it I did. I could do it all week.


Cos those of you know what saddle sore is like

Its almost, just almost, its just like a spike

Thats been pressed up too close to your arse for a look

It hurts. Go away. Let me have a quick walk.

And I know that some others were exactly this way

Cos I met them. They agreed. Whilst walking next day !!


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So I finished my hike and pull out on the road

Theres no-one in sight, good, I’m about to explode

Cause walking uphill pushing my mountain bike

Is something that I do not really like,

But its better than riding with a spear in your ass

But I’m knackered the same from walking steep grass.


Upwards to heaven it seems that I’m going.,

But as I go on, whats this, am I slowing ?

I cannot be dead from the ride undertaken

But yes it seems so, but not yet undertaker.

I still have some energey left it would seem

But it feels like somebody ran off with my spleen.



I made it, I did it, I got to the top

Of this bloody big hill, for now I can stop.

A few deep breaths later, some water to drink

I feel almost human, and I can now think

That I’ve made it, I’m here, that I vanquished that bitch

But can I really go on now, without getting a stitch ?


The hard part is over, for me that is true.

For I’ve done this before, aha, but not you.

Those ones that hate rocks and big piles of hard stuff

You’re going to be sorry you’re born, sure enough.

For ones that are virgins, and are here for the first time

They think that its over, at the top, that its fine.


I’m speaking of those who dont know where they are

Or those that do know, but hate rocks near or far

The ones that don’t know how to keep their wheels turning

When the going gets rough and wheels are determined

To block in the holes and the gaps in the road

And throw you straight off, on your nose to explode.


For round the next bend, for those that don’t know

or is there one more ? There’s no way to know !

Around the next bend, the one you cant see

Is something that’s evilly bad. Hi hi hi.

Around the next bend is a trap to be sprung

You certainly dont want to get it all wrong.


So leaving the papy to wait on our friends

I go on my way,to ride those damn bends.

I struggle around thinking its the last one

But its not, theres another, how can they go on ?

But at last to the rock field and great single track

Oh boy, I am riding, its great to be back.


I blast past the potts, who staring in horror

At wet slippy rocks, he is frozen with terror

Well thats how it seems as I pass by his bike,

Maybe, perhaps he should have taken his trike.

I love it, these rocks, they’re my favorite part

You just have to ride them, you just have to start.


If you heistate now you’ll be walking for certain.

If you don’t puff your balls up you know that its curtains.

You must ride them fast, not slowly you see

Cause if you ride slow, you will bash your poor knee.

Or something thats worse, than a broken patella.

If you fell you will wish you could ride. aaiiiiAAAh.



I’m off, it is bouncing and throwing me about

My suspensions its working, not bottoming out.

Pedaling here, and braking just there,

Lifting the nose over rocks. Just to dare.

To go a bit faster than I have before

Just hoping I dont end up on the floor.


Then its over, I’m through, didnt fall. didn’t splat.

I’m now on to some very nice single track.

You don’t want to fall to the left, you can see

Right down to the bottom, how small are those trees !

Its very far down so dont look left, just go.

Keep going ahead, and try not to slow.


Cos you’re knackered from riding those rocks in a pile

Even if they were tough, they did bring a big smile.

But you spent it, you lost it, you left it behind

The last of your puff it is gone. Don’t be blind

To the fact that your puff is now scarce

You had better watch out for the cramps. Just beware.


For cramps I have had them before in this place

And its not very good, I fell flat on my face.

First in the left leg, then in right

I thought I was going to be spending the night.

Then cramps they multiplied, came with their cousins

Good god I had cramps I am telling you, dozens.


But that was not now, a few years did go past

I remember it well, I just sat there aghast.

But now it is ending, the single track lane

I am starting to end it, oh what a pain.

I could ride this trail for hour after hour.

But actually, what could be better ? A shower.


Cos actually now I have had quite enough

And am wanting to get to a beer and some stuff

To push down my thoat that does not look like goo

I’m sick of this taste in my mouth, how bout you ?

To get to the end will be just like nirvana,

Just like for a cigar smoker,a havana.


Butt first down the hill ? No that is plain wrong.

My Butt it was sore but it knows this old song.

To go down the path that is twisty and windy

Is really just like eating very sweet candy.

But fingers are tired, I’m shagged and can’t go

As fast as I normally would. I go slow.


So papy who waited on friends who were riding

Now catches me up, he comes out of hiding.

We ride in together to Evolene have come

We’ve done it, were here, for today we are done.

Well, that is until, in an hour or three

We have eaten our fill and are ready to party.


A quick fondue later, we are ambling about

Just to the big tent, to drink and to shout.

But on the way there, something eventfull happens

That gantner bares his small ass and his apples.

They dangle about, going left, going right.

Good grief I did laugh, did guffaw. What a sight.


That gantner has always been known to be rude

That gantner has never been known as a prude.

He bares his white ass at the people he’s passing

The missile joins in, some others are clapping.

We do it sometimes, to get a quick laugh

And it works pretty good, butt its sometimes a gaffe.


And its pretty annoying when you go to such trouble

when people its aimed at don’t see it, he grumbled.

And others that get a quick taste of this sight

Probably wake up with screams late at night.

Just like the poor man who did get it in Verbier

Who shouted and raved at the claude. No, not here !!


So drinking and shouting and singing at night,

Its almost a wonder we avoided a fight.

One of us said, ‘Valaisan cul de faisin’

Shhh, said the others dont play the malin.

The other one chatted a dog that was perky

Her friend almost laid him out. What a jerk he.


More beers and some waltzing and blonde 24

Good god, that bad beer, dont give me no more.

That beer is so awfull, so vile and so grim

just throw it away, just give me some gin.

Thank god there was other beer there in the store

So I could keep drinking some more and some more.


A quiet night in, as compared to past years.

We got home at 2. A short night. No tears.

We all were quite happy to rest our long legs.

Well some of have ones that are as short as pegs !

To sleep in a bed thats prepared just before

by putting the mattress right down on the floor.


The morning it comes rather fast, way too early

I’m woken by pounding on doors. Now I’m surly.

A big beaming face with freckles and all

Shouts out, get up now its past 8. We are all

Finished with breakfast and ready to go

Better act quick, cos right now you’re too slow.


So stumbling from bed, hardly able to see

I open the door and step upfor a pee.

I finish up there and head down for some bread

Thinking quite happily, It don’t hurt, my head.

For last nights beery capers were cut short and sweet

And now I am ready to bike with my feet.


A few hours later, or perhaps not that much,

The gantner has finished with his final touch

To his bike that is looking progressively dirty

that has special brakes, you could say they ‘no workee’.

For even if you are as light as a feather

Its no good to stop without brakes, my young fella.


You see that big balled and small friend of mine

Has biked his way down on one brake at a time

And he’s used up the pads, the ones in the front

Now they are gone and he just wants to grunt.

He has no more brakes and as you will soon see

This guy he is made, not like you, not like me.


We set off to climb these hills in our path

We set off for Eison. I just want a bath.

I’ve done so much climbing that I am done in

But my legs they keep turning. I dont want to sin

By saying I can’t, I wont and I shan’t

You see you cant say it, you cannot say « can’t. »


So climbing we do and we do it some more

I’m glad that the Henzi is also quite sore

And he’s taking his time to go up to the top

And I am right with him. We will not just stop.

We get to the place where we normally wait

And no-one is there, well ok, thats just great.


For we choose our own path, the top we will take.

We won’t go below. Its our fun thats at stake !

But the rain it did fall the night not long past

We are slipping on roots, they dont grip, damn and blast

The front wheel is slippinig to left and to right

I’m behind the old gantner. Its me who is fright



Ened of slipping down left with a misplaced front wheel

Not gantner, not gantner, how can he not feel

That the slope on the left is a little bit steep

And to fall right down there. Well you would say EEP.

And the Henzi himself is flying right now

I’m a loser. I’m back. I just don’t know how


To ride these damn roots that are all wet and slick

To do it is one very pretty good trick.

The gantner can do it with one brake alone

And I am behind feeling weak, not in tone

With these buggers before me who can seem to ride

These buggery, slippery roots. Damn my hide.


Well Gantners « no brakee », it was really quite serious

For what he did then it would make you delerious.

The only one person who could do what he did

Is the gantner himself. No one else. I’m candid.

I am certainly sure that not one of the rest

Could make it down whole, in one piece. What a test.


Pas de Lona or Naax. Well, we are about to decide.

But our thoughts they turn quickly towards homicide.

For our friends that did phone us, a minute before

Did not end up waiting and went on afore

We could get there to encourage them not to climb up

But along, because frankly, wouldnt you give right up


If you brakes were not working, your legs like jelly

To climb pas de lona, for an idea ; quite smelly.

But whatever, the decison was taken for us

So upwards we went. We try not to fuss.

But a word in an ear or two at the end

And all is Ok. No problems to mend.


L’a Vielle. It is up there. We know where to go

But that hill we do climb it puts on quite a show.

Sometimes it is steeper, some times not so much

Just how it does this neat trick. I’ve a hunch.

That it sees we are struggling and just for some fun

Changes the pitch of the hill just to stun.


But we’re more clever than the hill we do ride

No way, not ever, it wont take our hide

We’ll just grunt and puff and hiss as we go

And we’ll even pull out our guts if we have to

For if ever there was a hill we should curse

Its this one. Its awful. oh god how it hurts.



But riding and talking and thinking of stuff

We get to the top to l’a vielle sure enough.

And what do we see since our eyesights to fine

The beautiful views of the alps most divine.

And other stuff too that is quite good to see

That is young, in tight shorts and says « hello » to me !


So invigorated with bars of horrible stuff

That tastes like you just ate a big ball snuff

Washed down with some water to ease the pallette

We set of to climb pas de lona. To set

Feet on top of that buggery climb

We almost go vertical. Just like a vine.


So now I am here on the slope that is steep

Walking up forward and then slipping with feet

That cant find a flat place to rest for a while

I really could do with some iron to file

This damned mountain flat like a pancake to be

But where would the fun be in that, hmm. No glory.


To climb is a mans work. I love it you see.

A macho mans work to climb up here and be

Up with gods, above all below. I am somone.

But wait, what is this, a woman ?

It cannot be true, I’m a man cant she see it

But macho or mouse. Overtaken. She does it.


Well, that would be others not me, I’m before !

But quickly she catches me up. I’m quite sore

About that. She sets off to go down the steep way

I’m right there behind. Her red ass it does sway.

But downhill she’s no match for the missile : Impressed.

Shes goes down quite well, for a girl she is dressed.


But finally Fabienne is passed by the demon

Who is thinking only about spilling his semen.

Cause that ass it is friendly and taut and well heeled

Good grief I’d give all to just give it one feel.

But how do I know that her name it is such.

Trois decis, he told me. He does not miss much.


So finally together we all do regroup.

Again we are gathered, we are quite a troupe.

And how does it come to be this way now.

Well, everyone followed the mike, this is how

They ended up back behind those that are here

At the back. Those behind are in front. Lost ? Oh dear.



Whatever. No bother. We wait for a while

And trois decis goes on ahead with a smile

Because now we have lasted right unto the end

And now we can nearly, almost see that last bend.

To go down is so great and is cool and is fun

Suddenly no more are my legs quite so done.


Henzi, he comes and he passes the crux

Of the hill. Now its down. We dont need a tux

To step up to the stage and lay out plain to see

That we enjoy going down to the bottom. Yahee.

They shout out like fools as they lower their seats

Better watch out below, you’ll be blasted to bits.


Off with a roar and battle cries two

Go the Henzi and Missile. We know what to do.

It bashes and bangs and it throws us about

But for now we dont care, we let it hang out.

And we zip and we flash and we do something reckless

Its wonder we both don’t end up quite senseless.


The rushing of air in our ears it does sing.

Down the path our bodies and bikes we do fling.

Through puddles and snowfields and big piles of rocks

We love it. We’re grinning. Our heads must be blocks.

Cause if we come off travelling at such great speed

We surely wont smile or grin, so take heed.


If you want to go downhill like inanimate objects

You’d better check out. Put your brain in your pocket.

Cause going downhill at such speed is ridiculous

Even if your planning and skill is meticulous

You wont do much laughing or joking tonight

If your heads in your ass cos you just arent too bright.


So missile goes on and he spies a quick challenger

Who takes some offence as I pass with a clamour.

He doesnt like much to be passed in a flash

So he pedals, its quite clear, he also goes fast.

So we battle on downwards. He does get in front

Cause I lifted the barrier for him. Come on you damn runt.


But pedalling as fast as my legs they will go

I am feeling the ryhthm, I’m starting to flow

To catch up this bastard is all I can think of

To brake somewhat later in corners to take off

A precious few metres of lead that he has

And I do it, I beat him, ha haaaaa, just take that !



The henzi ? Well henzi, he rolls up quite soon.

I think that perhaps I’m in a cartoon

For surely a grin that’s so wide and so toothy

Cannot be real. But it is. And hes forty ???

We gather our breath and we roll on our beasts.

We are hungry, so hungry, quite soon we will feast.


So down on the tarmac, the henzi, No brakes.

On this kind of stuff, the missile he shakes.

But as they approch that delectable cherry

The last bit of choice. Here Henzi does tarry.

The bit that goes down through the rockfield is tough

Henzi knows well this is missiles best stuff.


Oh the delight, the great soaring of heartrate

To travel this stuff, that is tough is just so great.

Its dangerous though, but who gives a damn.

I just let it go. And no, I dont sham.

The faster you ride these big rocks with sharp points

The less you will feel in your arms and your joints.


Mad I am. Yes. But with some concentration

You can go quite fast, with determination

You battle those rocks, choosing a careful line

And when you are focused, the slowing of time

Allows you to get down at great speed, no crashing

There is not your life, in your eyes, its not flashing.


With fingers quite numb and grins now receding

I’m thinking the day is quite quickly receding

And almost were done and the riding is over

But there is one last hill. Just dont pull over

Right now. There is one more grin to be had

As the henzi pulls up, we are off, we’re not sad.


The henzi says something that makes me feel free

And it’s lucky we do not meet one or three

Of those trees we are riding through down at the bottom

The speed which we reach is quite hard to fathom

And finally when all of the cycling is done

We’ made it to Grimentz. Has anyone won ??


There are no winners, no losers, just riders

We all end up here with big smiles behind us

To arrive here in Grimentz is pure joy for all

And that day not one of us did take a fall

Except Gantner, poor gantner had a good tale to tell

You see, with no brakes. Is he here ? Is all well ?



Well Claude, that dear gantner has developed a way

To ruin good riding shoes, and just in one day.

When you have no more brakes you must use what you have.

You sit on your bike and start praying, my love.

Well you can do that, or you can start to employ

Those shoes on your feet. With them you deploy


your brakes. Are your feet and on feet are your shoes

If you must go downhill it is them you must use.

But carefully, do it, you dont want to blame

That your speed is too fast when your shoes start to flame

For hot feet you’ll get if you ride like the claude.

Who has magical tales of braking to applaud.


So finally when all of the riding is through.

We get there we’re happy. But now what to do ?

Well eating is one of the things that can help

We find some good stuff and a beer down to gulp.

We finish off everything that there is here to eat

We gobble. Quite ugly. We’re not very neat.


We scramble in buses for home we must head

All secretly thinking, can’t we bike more instead ?

But that is for next year, two thousand and five

It wont come so soon, we won’t feel alive.

We’ll be waiting and waiting and waiting my dear,

for the weekend that comes but just once a year.