Lions Club of Camperdown
Our Club Social Community Convention

Annual Retreat  (Camp SOKIL, Wensleydale, 2009)

A Lions Life is the Life for Me.

Published here with(out) permission from Lion Wayne Oakes, poet laureate of the Camperdown Lions Club.

Oh, a lion's life is the life for me,
For a lion bold am I,
Our good club's full of experience,
Though some might say we lie!

As the sun creeps over the farthest hill,
And tits are fit for pullin',
Lion Malc gets up real early too,
Pulls on his long-johns woollen.

Our Bev, for instance, there's a girl,
Been sewing since her birth!
Conventions rate her costumes great,
She barely knows her worth.

The sun creeps over the farthest hill,
While the dew's still on the ground,
Archie's balls fly straight and true,
A "hole in one" he's found!

 

Camp Sokil, hidden in the middle of the bush near Anglesea, was the place for our annual "retreat" on the weekend of the 17th to 19th April 2009.

I have a question, President Rob!
said Andy with a grin,
like the parting of the waters,
Lion Andy jumps right in!

There's always fun and laughter,
In everything we do.
And interesting folks abound,
From out and inside too.

There's Bear, Ted Bear, a lad for sure!
Kibbutzite through and through,
A beacon in some troubled times,
He always got them through.

I'm partial to a sailor,
Said Margaret with a grin,
That Michael's mine, makes no diff...
Despite what port he's in.

We were treated to unparrelled catering, the above is a photo of a small breakfast.  Cereal, sausages, eggs, toast, yoghurt and fruit were available if anyone could fit them in.

A "chippy" Den would rather be,
Said Al "If he had his pick,
So now I spend my summer nights,
A sittin' on his....DECK!"

A quiet lad, is our boy Bill,
A softly spoken gent,
Well famed as short and to the point,
Just ask his poor Jeanette!

When your bones are weary and your legs are sore,
And your joints know great despair,
I'll tell you Lions, where to go,
It's to Alex for repair.

Now Marilyn's a real dab hand,
At things both stitched and sewn,
An artist is our Marilyn,
In a style that's all her own.

The camp boasted its own private chapel (often used for weddings) and Lions Maree and Christine inspected the bush surroundings from the front steps.

Ted carried her o'er the threshold,
Anne honeymooned in her style,
Though women flock to Ted's long locks,
Anne guards him with her smile!

I picked her up to carry her off,
Oh Pat, so fair and lithe,
But Doug came to her rescue,
And buggered up me night!

With stealth he glides from side to side,
And lights his cigar oftener,
Rich spots his target, then with ease,
He gets his money off yer!

Now what's a birthday if you can't
have the present that's on offer?
So when her card she did espy,
Jude said, "Wayne, you are a tosser!"

 

Of course Lion Robbie couldn't resist asking his charming lady if she would like to get remarried in the chapel. Her answer was obvious , "Don't be silly" she said, "once was quite enough."

With melodic voice and dulcet tone,
Our Susan runs the choir,
And all the blokes do as they're told
For fear of singing higher!

No more jimmy's, no more grog,
Up at dawn the block to jog,
Driven like a man hell bent,
He's our Rob, our President!"

I laugh therefore I am said she,
I never chuck a hissy!
Don't know where I'd be without,
My boy or he his Chrissy!

Please leave me out, this fair one said,
of your poem, that's my bidding,
I don't do much, so note me not,
Maree, who are you kidding!

A poetic tribute to all those who came and had fun! SOKIL, Wensleydale, April 17th-19th 2009

On the Saturday, we all had a great day in Anglesea and celebrated Lion Judi's birthday (age deleted).   Also as part of our day in Anglesea, we were given various tasks to achieve and had to supply photographic proof.

Lion Maree showed Lion Dennis how easy it was to leapfrog.  Leapfrogging may have been the easiest task of the day, trying to find the Catholic Church and the Post Office in Anglesea (without directions from the locals) was almost impossible.

Saturday night after a feast fit for kings(and the odd vegetarian), some of our more talented thespians treated us to an old fashioned play along the lines of "The Perils Of Pauline" .  Lion Ted was a 'dastardly' Sir Jasper.

While the members of the cast were distracted, one member showed a bit of leg to see if she could catch the eye of the rich and famous in the audience.

It is exhausting being an actor, but lion Judi didn't let'Sir Jasper' rest on his laurels and go back to his true love Lions Lady Anne (resting with him) so easily.

On Sunday morning, we got down to the serious business of the weekend and discussed our club and its future direction.

Lions Secretary Malcolm took notes while Lions President Robbie lead the meeting.  After the meeting we were treated to another hearty lunch, which we really needed after the rather ample morning tea, to finish off another very successful Annual Retreat.