The Club's Results

I am back to do it all again,

Trying to blot out memories of earlier pain.

To send it down the course in hopes of gain,

On a winning crew’s campaign.

To beat W1B was our goal,

Everything was in our control.

To pull something extra from the depths of my soul,

With the aim of fulfilling my role.

Working hard to push the puddles away,

We all silently had our say.

Rowing in both meant a waste of my day,

But it also meant that I won either way.

Going to collect the glass

Was a feeling hard to surpass.

Two years in a row we have been class,

As tankards on my shelf continue to amass.