The Chatsworth Gathering
Now hear my story of an event we may fear,
It happens in Chatsworth this time of year,
Here the boys gather from far , wide and near,
To talk about old army trucks while having some beer.
Some may not know them but they're a great bunch of guys
These lads will regale you with each others' lies,
But then there's the bard from Maces Bay,
Where only he, thinks that he sings OK.
The topic will be the old CMP,
But carriers will be there for all to see,
And the main man that day will be Stewart Loy,
Driving the boys in his rebuilt toy.
We must not forget ol' Geoff Winnington-Ball,
Our leader----so lean and tall,
After a few beers into his chair he may fall,
The sleep of a leader,empty beer bottle and all.
Then there's Hanno who'd be there if he cam,
Who's in the course of creating his own clan,
When he needs people to clean the C-15,
He'll have three plus people all in their teens.
Have fear all you lassies there,beware of the flirts,
Especially Churcher selling T_Shirts,
Caldwell will be there advising alerts,
But nay me lassies, no handsome men in skirts.
After the BBQ's over and they're smiling with pride,
Onto the green things they'll want a ride,
So a parade into Chatsworth will be formed,
Some in shorts,jeans,and old uniforms.
Hear me my friends of those not there,
Karmen and frying pan may GIVE you the stare,
There's Keefy and Hayward way down in OZ land,
And don't forget Webb and Murray who'll not be on hand.
I wish I could be there as your highland drummer,
To wake them up from their late night slumber,
To be chased out of town would be one of my dramas,
Thirty-six men,all in pink pajamas.
So,from those of us unfortunate not to attend,
We wish all of you a happy weekend,
To be there with you ,will be long gone and over,
May you all get over the dreaded HAnGOVER.
Garry Shipton
