At the Club, a friendly crowd, 
Prepared to ride but not in clouds
In the looming airborne moisture
Four Geese & a pillion rode
And the rest came after.

The Christmas Lunch Ride's done & dusted,
Only four rode there & none got rusted
In the rain that fell all afternoon 
As Wild Geese met on Zana's Southern Wing Room.

With banner flying, with table long
Our kindly host gave food & song
And put about a tasty spread 
Some fish, some lamb, veggies & bread
Stacks of Pav & a tarty cheese sweet
For a flock of 20(+), friends hard to beat.

The rain kept falling & in swirling mist
Three die-hard Geese rode home (not pissed)
A careful ride in inclement weather
Thoughts of Any Sunday when Geese ride together.

The Wild Geese Gang have done another year 
And so far so good we're all still here.
So when riding out in 2008, 
Mind how you go & Take Great Care of your Mates.