These were written for the Cross Country Club Race in March, 2009:
There is a new Champ named Christer
In the waxroom a master with Klister
He skied in a trance
Didn’t stand a chance
He popped my ego like a blister
- Anders Jahn, March 2009, in response to his de-throning as reigning Club XC Champion
Efter Vasan detta race är störst
Vi har alla tränat sedan i höst
Vissa for racet i baren
Andra for loppet på skaren
Hurra, Vi skåla, för sist såsom först
Det var längdåkningsrace i Vermont
Vackert väder, en varmfront
Vallan sålunda klister
Segraren hette Christer
På Skibo hög stämning och trångt
- Christer alias Klister (March, 2009)
Marathons…Triathalons…He talked like he was Money
Then he starts 3rd after my Honey
Robbie you are a lout
You pass Petra and, of course, you then wipe out
Next time don’t mess with the Curvy Bunny
-Carl Jahn, March 2009, after the XC Club race. (March 2009)
And the retort...
Carl's wife, as you know, is named Petra
Call her "Curvy Bunny" and he'll getcha!
But outrace him in the woods
And you can show her your goods,
As long as you ask nice she'll letcha!
-Robbie Clark, in response to the above. (March 2009)
There once was a club in bondville,
whose members were mentally ill,
while their minds were long gone,
their bodies stayed strong
thanks to races, rave parties and swill.
-Robbie Clark (March 2009) |