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The charity raft race
It was a long, long, time ago, while talking on the rank;
Six of use decided to build a raft, as hard as a tank;
And enter the Mersey raft race, run by the Liverpool met;
We were all really up for it; it's a day I can't forget;
There was I and Billy, Longy and Brian too,
Robert and Cambo, my goodness, what a motley crew!
Never done any training, we were up for a straight across attack,
Until the policeman explained, it was three miles up then three miles back!!!!!
There were we in shorts and shades, and plimsolls for that nautical “feel“!
Everybody else had wet suits; they were all serious about winning this deal!
We all looked at each other when they beckoned us to start;
The policemen started laughing, cos we looked like 70s porn stars!
There were kayaks to the left, gliding by us as they rowed,
We were all soaking wet, on this dangerous watery road;
Within minutes the boat was taking in water, so I flipped the cup off the flask,
And started bailing out the water, "that rowing was to hard a task";
Longy then had an idea, lets crack open a couple of cans.
The sun was beating down on us, we can cop for a great sun tan,
Now if you have ever been on the Mersey, drinking it not what you do;
For not only will it give you the runs, it makes you violently SPEW!
Needless to say everyone went passed us, we felt like six little nerds,
But what hurt us more than anything, was being passed by several Turds;
Cambo just happened to mention there was free beer at the other side
So we all rowed in harmony, just to save a little pride;
When we reached New Brighton, our families were there to give us a cheer!
But what we wanted most, was the taste of the free beer;
We only sad down a minute, and took a sip from our glass,
Someone piped up “come on lads we have to start back”
The return journey was worse than the start, dehydration was kicking in;
Our feet were soaking wet! Just laughing and drinking and having a Grin;
No one had the strength, I can tell you we looked spent,
Brian opened up his bag and said,” here we go lads, lets put up this tent”??
It was about this time I was getting nervous, the shore looked very distant,
Robert said were going the wrong way! We sobered up in an instant;
When we finally arrived back , we were expecting a hero's welcome,
But everyone had gone to the party that was held in New Brighton!!!
What a day we had, rowing up the river…..
Never done are backs no good, and it pickled all our liver!
We made £700 , for a charity , and we all got bloody soaked,
We all had blisters on our hands, and a mild case of SUNSTROKE.
So if you cross the Mersey, look at the Liverpool side of the shore,
There something rusting there, that's not a boat no more,
You may still see the tent, all worn and full of holes!
We jibbed the nautical way of life and started playing bowls………..
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The charity raft race
The charity raft race
