Bastardisation, Avalon Surf Club

Certain referance has been made to "bastardisation" in some of my comments, some of the acts were horrendous, I have chosen not to make mention in my anologies these 'facts of life'.

The reader can rest peacefull that the perpatrators were shamed, albeit unknowningly. It appears that a "breaking in" occurs in all organisations, so be it, full stop.

Trevor Fuller has given an outline of his and mine, in fact all of the the young blokes and sheilas who suffered.

SHADES OF 1959

A poem suitable for Catholic Youth Day 2008

( Don't write in, I'm a Rock Crusher myself )

The moonlight lit up all the sand along the shell grit beach,

Halfway along the darkened shapes were sleeping out of reach

Of all those nasty senior types who when drunk, went ballistic

And terrorized those darkened shapes in a manner quite sadistic.

There's nothing worse than waking up to find some hopeless bastard,

Pissing on ones face because that hopeless bastard's plastered,

Then being dragged by reprobates laughing for all their worth

And with sleeping bag and mattress, thrown headlong in the surf.

Putting up a fight would help, not that it really mattered,

The mongrels had the numbers, to leave all egos shattered,

As they went about their filthy work, destroying all that's fine,

By shoving wet rags up ones arse, soaked in turpentine.

The ones who most resisted, were tied up to a chair,

While some brain dead inebriate hacked off all their hair,

The tortured ones could only pray, to once more see their home,

Before their dicks were painted with, red mercurochrome.

But nothing lasts forever, for even the smallest pup,

Will one day turn into a dog, when that pup grows up,

And all those drunken dickheads will recall all the past,

When the grown up dog bares its teeth and bites them on the arse.

The day will come when all will end and judgment will take place

And many of these wankers will still be off their face,

The good will enter Heaven and all will think it swell,

While those good for nothing piss pots will burn in fucking Hell.

Any rights at all (C) Trevor (Pogo) Fuller, 2008.