The season now is half way through,
And still they come, both old and new,
To sample fun and Bulgarian laughter,
And remember friends for ever after.
But when all is over, and all has past,
And the memories are fading fast,
Just spend a while just thinking back,
How well you skied that scarey black,
Even though we know it was a blue,
We listened, and we trusted you,
To tell the truth on how you belted,
Down the run that was almost melted.
And as you return, all shot to bits, ...
The season now is half way through,
And still they come, both old and new,
To sample fun and Bulgarian laughter,
And remember friends for ever after.
But when all is over, and all has past,
And the memories are fading fast,
Just spend a while just thinking back,
How well you skied that scarey black,
Even though we know it was a blue,
We listened, and we trusted you,
To tell the truth on how you belted,
Down the run that was almost melted.
And as you return, all shot to bits,
Because your knees feel like your tits,
Do me a favour, and be a mate,
Don't say, roll on, next year, ........ CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!
PP
(Chairman of the 'ban the CAN'T WAIT posters' committee)