Fling ’22 – an ode to the Highland Fling by “Petrol Burns”
It was in the month of May,
On a grey and stormy day,
Cheerful hordes from far and near,
Climbed into sexy textile gear
After two years of trials and tribulation,
SDC was smashing days of isolation,
The weather forecast: fell and maukit
Friday night with well kent faces,
Ducatis filled the parking spaces,
Drinks were quaffed and stories told,
Of Flings and Mashers in days of old.
Saturday, brand new with sun,
Scottish Ducatis on the run,
North and South, West and East,
All back safe for a pizza feast!
And so tae bed? Aw naw!
The drinks were poured, the fire braw
Stories told and songs were sung,
Drones and dancin’ in the setting sun.
Sunday saw the safe return
After all the beer and bikes and fun.
Hang on, it’ll soon be the Masher,
Bound to be another smasher!