UCC Canoe Club Blog

I get really bored on the train, and being the unreal poet that I am, I created this masterpiece. I think this is a pretty good sum-up of what the club was like for me in my final year. Enjoy.

 

Friday Session Ballad

 

Need to go paddling,

Need to go soon.

If I don't get my fix,

My head might go boom.

It's been a few weeks now,

More than I'd like.

I'd love an auld session,

Out on the dyke.

Under the bridge,

Avoid the swans,

Into the sluice,

Then trip to the Bons.

Nah, only joking,

Nothing like that.

Throw a few ends,

Or sit in the eddy having a chat.

One-ups-manship,

Is the name of the game.

No paddlespin?

Boy, you are lame!

Retain the feature,

No choice in the matter.

Smooth moves or beatings,

Prob'ly the latter.

Then we'll head up,

What have we here?

Give it a side surf,

Then faceplant the weir.

Lennox's calling,

Post-session feed,

Chips, cheese and garlic,

Fulfilling my greed.

Then over to Cissies,

One pint or two...

Sure while we're at it,

We might have a few.

Typical Friday,

That's how it is.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'll go for a whizz.