These are not meant as serious articles, but rather as a humorous view of the members and their behaviours. This first one was written in honour of the ladies that endure a monthly meeting called the "Pitstop".
Whine bags
The ladies table is doing just fine
At the pitstop drinking wine
Humour spikes and smiles all round
Trying not to make a sound.
Get the spoon! Let's stir it up!
Give the MCP his cup.
Lady bull, watch out now guys
Bite your husband? I bet he cries!
Give us breakfast runs and away weekends!
We'll see which wishbone decides to bend
Now some man is speeching about some car
People swarm down to the bar
Still the ladies smile and snicker
That lovely flow of grape filled liquor
Random name drops, no-one knows
Yet the drivel never slows
Facts and stats about some race
Now the ladies lose all grace
Making jokes and, OH! The sarcasm
Deeper! Deeper! Tears the humour chasm
The wine flows faster, eyelids droop
Laughter reigns in this disorderly coop
He stopped speaking! Praise the petrol!
and still a bottle left to kill
NOO! Another stands to speak
Don't men stop to take a leak?
No, the night drags on, it never ends
At least we have our bottled friends
Men are tired, questions are few
Yet another takes the pew
And so it goes, quiet unruly giggles
As the speaker uncomfortably wiggles
The night slows down to a stop
Ladies ready just to drop
Wine bottles like fallen troops
GOODNIGHT! GOODNIGHT! To all the groups
same time next month, meet again
How many bottles will be there? You'll see only then!
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