BALLAD OF THE SCRAMBLED EGGS
There is in Knysna.let it be known
an entity, that when fully grown, has 50 legs -
that wondrous thing is called The EGGS!
25 guys: miners, doctors, bankers -
really a great bunch of wankers.
They get together every Monday
Which always is, for most, a fun-day.
There they hit a little white ball -
A great time is mostly had by all.
We do enjoy this time together,
Some even play in rainy weather.
The ball goes one way, the player another
often posing quite a bother.
Although the golf does often stink
There is always time to drink.
We talk about the little ball
That has us flummoxed, one and all.
All aches and pains are then forgotten
And jokes come out, some good some rotten!
It really is a special group
To be a member is a coup.
Sometimes I just think out loud
"I am an EGG - that makes me proud".
We walk upon the greenest grass
thinking we've got balls of brass
They're rude and funny, stubborn, vain -
and some are really quite a pain!
However, I ignore their trends
'cos I don't mind, they are my Friends.
Compiled by Otto - Eggs Member

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