Normally I would wait to later - Promise to be back
It may surprise many of you but poetry (rofl) was a crucial part of the original Grecian Olympics.
Therefore as an ode tonight before Nungate arrives with her Llama Flag, may I offer you the following The Castle 50th Olympian Ode:
Every Mad50s Aber will cheer
The biggest sports fever:
The Castle Olympics, 2012
That began on July 27th to August twelve.
Olympics rooted in Greece
Now, the AB Castle sports meet
Every four years it takes place,
At the same venue stewarded by LIK, our buttle host.
Castle Olympic owdhamer betting slips as wyedyed symbols:
Motto, “Tailcocks and Alba’s Diamond Rings”
Represent the Naomi-24 values of the Mad Over 50s’ Olympics…
Exhibit The Castle’s sporting lack of Purdie ‘excellence’,
However, extend Boxtops ‘friendship’ from one thread to another,
Convey AB ‘respect’ for each other.
The Castle Nibbled Flag shows
Five interlocking coloured buckets
That means ever more banquets, riffles and Eccles muffets
Engraved Glasses that have their owners name etched in lead
Lady J, Tonyav, Nungate, Vodka and FGT aka red
On a Pastafreaky white tea-towel background, not fit for a croc’s bed.
Defines at least one among the six tailcock colours
That’s common in all ABers boozy flags.
The Castle Motto based on Lady A’s pecuniary greed and creed
Encourages a good Mamya bun fight until the TTFN end
Matters the BigJack most and not just Towie success in the toilet bend.
Three Bibblebub Latin words:
CITIUS, PRONUS and FORTIUS
Utters the Motto of Castle Olympics
In English it cites:
SWIFTER (down the throat),
PROSTRATE (fall flat in the moat)
and STRONGER (alcohol – potent enough to power Sloopy’s boat)
That makes the Castle event a Dotty pleasure.
The Castle in AB as if it was in Greece
The original city of the Olympics, the inspiration for AB Peace
Always privileged to be the first to lit the Kennitby Flame
Months before the Castle Games
Only through the Specsavers induced rays of Dave’s putrid sun
This Donna ‘Flame’ through a golden Petal torch, then run
Gets carried by polarbears and Jumbo relayed
Until it reaches the host DaisyNonna decorated stadium
That’s where at the Saturday night maggiebee’s ceremony
Lady A lights the ethandron cauldron
Mrs Overall’s radio gas, it then remains tenrec lightened
Till the Castle Games reach its zac end.
The Father (or Mother?) of our modern AB Games:
«Le Baron Pierre de l’Ed-et-Des-gnomes », no Queen of Mean fame,
A Kettering citizen, not far from our darling Lottie
Tailcock drunk and accident-prone, on her tiny Norwich bottie
In 2006 brought lurid excelsior sports and crazy gness athletics
Under a sibton-styled banner called the Castle Olympics.
The medals: gold bakersdozen eclairs, Boo silver cakes, NoM bronze cookies
All have an image of a Goddess Flumpy
The AB Goddess of slinky (kinky?) sex and seadogg victory
But the man-withering pixie Mascot offers a nice cazzy change.
The Castle Games is always the 50th edition
With “Tinks’ as our naked nubile mascot
Promises to present
A heartwarming AB view, and more for the men, of a sports meet
Along with the participants of our mad AB nation
Rise above all tailcocks to sport a true Flaming Eck spirit
That fuels our Castle Olympics elation.