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: Ode to the BOOTboys
Friday
23rd
December 2022
No
outings nor drinkings this week but a remarkable
thing did happen. I opened my emails
and what should I find but an epic poem
about the activities of the BOOTboys.
It
was penned by the Bard of Heaton Moor, the
Poet Laureate of Stockport, none other than
my big brother Alan. Here it is:
Ode
to the BOOTboys
I
love to read the epistles of Don and his
chums.
With such exciting tales they
are a credit to their Dads and Mums,
Although
it is true they mainly go where one man
has been before,
That still leaves a
lot of hills and dales that they want to
explore.
A
rich and detailed knowledge of public houses
has been acquired,
Liquid refreshment
after a walk is the way they are wired,
A
deal with the landlord is the way to go,
If
we can leave our cars here then we will
return and show
Our appreciation of your
finest ales before homeward we have to go.
I
want my lunch at twelve o clock is what
Tony said,
Any later than that brings
confusion to my head!
And who brings
sausages to munch on as they meet?
Such
beneficial sustenance cures any tired feet.
A
canine friend is not left out,
Encouraged
by doggy treats no doubt,
To show the
way or run up the hill instead,
Keeping
up with her is the aim as she runs ahead.
But
the walks are not restricted; they also
include some culture,
They often stop
to delve into matters when they are not
quite sure,
Like, where did the path
go? And the origins of walks,
Perhaps
the local Lit and Phil should sign them
up for talks.
Occasionally
a competition will be held,
With prizes
for the answers for those that way compelled,
But
often those prizes are difficult to see,
It
is the kudos of entering it occurs to me.
Their
tales of derring do should be published
in a book,
Not just the restricted pages
of the internet where we take a look,
But
there is a following international; we know
about France,
And doubtless other countries
wherever there is a chance.
May
the pounding of BOOTboys' boots continue
far and long,
Accompanied, occasionally,
by some long lost song,
And interesting
facts which they bring to light,
About
the Cumb and West Morlands where they might
Be
found wandering in search of even the Holy
Grail,
If so it would be reported to
all their followers as a likely tale!
From
one reader to the scribes,
Your epistles
always give good vibes,
Merry Christmas
to one and all,
Just get back out there
before the next big snowfall!
Thank
you, Big Brother, for this memento of our
activities. We are deeply flattered.
For
me it has the added benefit of not having
to concoct any nonsense for this week's
report!
Happy
Christmas!
Don,
Friday 23rd December 2022
John
B: Congratulations,
Alan, from one of the International (USA) readers.
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