Hash Number Sexty -Perfect Day To Hash- Enigma Meat & Dirty Brown Eye- Confide-A-Way-Park



A sanguine group
gathered under perfect
North West late May
sky wondering
if Dirty Brown Eye
could write poetry
in flour.

and I must digress....

There was an Hasher with a twitch,
Who could hash and find a funky niche!
Two Beers and the Zen,
and sheep just stayed in the Pen,
Now Funkier at thirty three skinny Bitch!'

sorry its an old habit
I have writing a Funkier at 33 poems
to cool people whom turn 33. (Really)

On this week everybody was in a good mood. -O- led the masses (with a sneaky box break) toward a trail near a school with lots of pubescent teens practicing ..something as Just Annie led us through a swamp in the woods where Hare Croutchna gathering mud on the back of her thighs despite Flaming Farts dancing and skipping because every Monday is a perfect night to hash.

Head first left the beer check head first as Pole Dancer found true trail heading through Suburbia, and of course as The local Suburbanites where out weed-wacking, but all weed wacking stopped as the Monday hash rolled through Suburbia. Slut Machine told stories to the locals (most of them were oral), Mary Kay Lay Turn On asked the locals if any 14 year olds lived there, and then Crazy Assed just Annie blew the locals a kiss.

The hash pulsated toward a second beer check.....

and somewhere along the line Hydro Licks mentioned that I had never finished this write......Somehow Somewhere Conundrum Meat puts it all together....and Dirty Brown Eye kept it real.

The Fine Mood of the night continued and we went to a bar afterward full of rednecks, Kino Playing Mullet Haired ladies, professionals on their 12th high ball and we were kind of at home, feeling free walk out of the bar thinking it was a perfect day to hash.

Mystery Meat Got Laid....

Don't know about the Brown Eye...

she got home that night and sat in a hot bath forgetting that she had dried flour all her body and when the water got so warm....the yeast in her veins and the flour on her body (think about it for a second or two)formed the perfect loaf of bread....which I think was part of the hoagies at the Memorial Day Hash.....