The turret, the lake, the gardens, the land
Nothing was ordinary, boring or bland
What a result, a credit to you all
Stand up, take a bow,
Let's go to the ball......
We
rushed into town
Dressed up in our gowns
Arrived just in time
To greet guests so fine
Hundreds gushed forth
Hard to recognise off a horse
They ate, drank and jived
Some got drunk but all survived
Back to Fulready Manor
Away from the music, friends and glamour
To sleep in a four posted bed
Like an angel or so it was said
After breakfast, I left
Felt somewhat bereft
Had a great time
Which inspired this rhyme
We'll do it again
Same time next year
So until then
Here's to you, my hunting friends , dear
Fiona
2 April 2001