The calendar year started with victory at Narrabean

Full of energy and exuberance, we were all so keen

By the end of the season a stretch was a yawn

Rowing to the boatshed became a chore like mowing Dad's lawn

When the waves rolled in along with the tide

There was the familiar call of "butts to the side"

And when the call came for 100 percent "power"

If you sat behind some you were guaranteed showers

There was Ed constantly singing S Club Seven

Give him a microphone, some chicken and he's in heaven

Only one injury the foot of James Boswell

The drama more intense than a scene from ER or Roswell

The coach went AWOL like Anthony Mundine

Collecting frequent flyers, whilst abandoning the team (please don't hurt me Angela)

Out of retirement, Yeon entered the fray

Giving up Video Hits for training on Sundays

She was the new motivator, leader of the team

Her motto quite simply "eat more icecream"

Angela retuned whoops I meant Angelina darling

Her forte: fishing; hunting for a school of marlin

In Darling Harbour we missed out by the skin of our teeth

MSO stole the trophy from the jaws of defeat

The chant "Chi Waa Waa" was added to the vernacular

Our lycra tops, again looked spectacular

Our red shirts were stolen from the wardrobe of "The Wiggles"

If we wore them to a nightclub we'd be showered with giggles

When the weather turned nasty and was predominantly raining

We turned our attention to circuit training

We'd start on punching bags and end with crunches

Then race off to Chinatown with an attack of the munchies

We trashed the motel Carotel, like Johnny Depp in his prime

Brian arising early in Canberra, now that was a crime !!

Hugging Angela should be an Olympic Sport

A gold medal chance if she ever got caught

What's worse than suffering from Pelican itch ?

Or scarier than an encounter with the Blair Witch

More chilling than listening to 'Bardot' on repeat

Or waking up next to a pair of smelly feet

For me it was the sight of Chris's pressed hams

I just thank the lord there was no traffic jam

Our web site was up and down like the stock exchange

It showed candid footage of someones extensive fashion range

Have you heard the new slogan for "Dry Idea"

Just remember it doesn't protect the rear

I said this line last year its becoming a chore

But to the members of ACCA its basic folklore

Another rowing year passes, the season turns colder

Another candle burns for Evan is yet another year older

or

We have the talent, the drive and the hunger

Our sweep is first class though he's not getting any younger

Footnote: Dear Ange, You appear the most in this poem cos you're my favourite. But plain and simple, the coach, throughout history in any sport takes the most amount of stick. So sorry!! All in good fun.

Paul