I went, Friday. It was my day.
Rode the steed with little to say.
Clouds in the sky, we was not going to fry.
Stop at the Huranui pub for a beer, infact stronger cheer.
Jim Beam it would seem.
Off to the site before we loose light.
In fact a little rain prooved to be a pain.
Grabbed a drink to sink.
Walk and talk, check out the site, in the fading light.
A burger, for the belly.
A good night was had, stars in the sky saw with my eye.
Another burger.
A stumble and a tumble, thought it was a Chch rumble.
Bed near dead.
Did not wake with a sore head.
The fog was a dog, riding into the sun was not fun.
Culvedon for some breakfast, the Red Post, good for some toast.
Decide to ride outside, through the leader, after that feed yeah.
Meet some rally going folk a few girls and some blokes.
Cheviot was ice cream.
Home and the weekend was done for some.
Wish'd to ave stayed on Sat,
So another night could have played.
Thank ya, thank ya very much.
by GhostBullet
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