Our friendship was strengthened by our mutual love of the hong,
There was many a rowdy night in Matt’s or Brockman’s shed,
Where La-nee would end up with a bit of a sore head,
Almost every Sunday she’d call the Royal, sick,
But I doubt Yvonne ever really fell for that trick.
On one cold October night we headed off to the show,
Bought all these showbags but then had nowhere to go,
So Alby, La-nee and I needed somewhere to stay,
That’s when we remembered Ginni’s parents were away.
We found the spare key and and went through the door,
And got away with it… till Ginni found our lolly wrappers on the floor.
Since then we’ve moved to different parts of the state,
But it hasn’t stopped her from being my very best mate,
Whenever she comes to stay we’re bound to have a laugh,
Whether she’s spitting beer at a bouncer or wearing a bar mat scarf.
As everyone knows La-nee’s a pretty special gal,
It’s rarely you’ll find such a unique and creative pal,
She’s gorgeous and level headed with amazing artistic flare,
And her big heart makes you know she’ll always be there.
So let’s all raise our glasses for our brilliant friend,
And wish her all the best for now until the end.
Unfortunately the photos are a poor reflection of the amount of fun had that night.
"Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll."
HST
