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W2 challenge for a place on the river...

Women's 2nd VIII

W2 Got On

ʻTwas the W2 GOR

'Twas four days til the Lent Bumps, when rowers make haste
And nerves become shattered, it's Getting On Race!
The blades were all hung in the Boathouse by Martin,
In hopes ther'd a crew enough to support them.

The ladies were nestled all snug in their beds,
But Laura was vomiting too much instead,
And Jeff in his waistcoat, and Alice in red,
Were racking their brains "Who would now row instead?"

Alisha it seemed had a practical date
With test tubes and fire and a partner named Jake
"We'll pay for a taxi just get your butt down there"
And so we were lucky the boat did not flounder.

The sun on the Cam in the middle of day,
Gave the luster of spring and a feeling of May;
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But eight focused rowers, and little Steph dear.

With a cox-box brand new, so black and so white,
I knew in a moment we were in for the fight.
More rapid than eagles Steph's coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:

"Alisha and Beatrice! Theresa and Mimi!,
"Charlotte and Harriet and here are two Becky's!"
"To the top of the reach! To the top of the Plough!
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the Baitsbite the coursers they flew,
With a boat full of energy — and gummi bears too.

And then in a twinkling, here comes the starter
(We come to find out Beckyʼs wearing a garter).
As I raised up my head, and was turning around,
The boat fired off down the reach with a bound.

The rating was held like a Swiss clock at work,
Power tens were employed, the puddles berserk;

With Harriet pushing and no one a'rushing
They pulled on St. Catz, to give them a crushing

With the finish in sight, they rallied again
To bring upon Catz a big Power 10

But all of a sudden quite out of the blue
A crab of proportion shook hugely the crew
But Steph was as cool as a cucumber's skin
She righted the wrong and had them dig in

They sprung to their backstops, and cox gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down off a thistle:
And I heard them exclaim as they finished it all—
We're in the Lent Bumps!! Thank god and ROW HALL!!!!

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