Description
The Great CupCake Race
Thirty Two runners lined the post at the start,
some wouldn’t finish, some wouldn’t run last.
Now with Five Hundred Guinee’s, the prize was set high,
and when you saw what they ran in you understood why.
From Buderim to Mooloolaba the crowds lined the street,
to get just a glimpse on tippy toed feet.
They’d never seen such a sight, all eyes were popping,
some even thought the sight was just shocking.
But most thought it was fun,
and it was just so funny,
to see bare bums and bosom’s and cupcakes and cherries,
whizzing by, unrestrained,
accounts of it varies.
Down up, up down, all the way to the coast,
Jostling and jiggling their way past the post.
But there is only one winner in any race had,
And with Five Hundred Guinee’s, the victor was glad.
And Miss Mary Mac Geechan was the prize winner here,
The beautiful red head from Beerburrum just near.
In all her glory she ran in her orange striped stockin’s,
Ah, Miss Mary Mac Geechan,
you’ll not be forgotten.
Poem and art by Rayma Eveson
