In the Black Duck, a
Hasher from Surrey,
In the beer queue decided to hurry.
Tipped a spare can in a glass,
Fell flat on his arse,
When “Attilla the Hun” said;
OUT … Sonny!

“Drink your own beer? I think not! She held sway,
“That can in your hand is the giveaway”
“Oh THAT said the man!”
“It fell out of my van,
Have you got a re-cycling putaway?”

Then an upstanding bystander “grass”,
Said “No! He filled up his own glass!”,
So with no hint of delay,
The Hun pointed the way.
And the Hasher was out on his Arse!

But the tale is not ended quite yet,
He went back to his van for to get,
A complete change of clothes,
False beard and fake nose,
And climed over the fence for a bet.

Now the end to this tale is quite jolly,
A beer is provided by Wally!
For our Hasher, quite rash,
But he DID lay the Hash!
And will be more careful next time with his folly!