Our sister

Who runs in purple,

Chaos by thy name.

Thy Thursday come, as we have done

Since last month, at every opportunity.

Give us this day our daily champers

And forgive us our spillages

As we forgive those who do so inebriated.

And lead us always into temptation,

And deliver us from wowsers.

For Hashing is the thingy, the whatsit and the story

Now and forever,

Awoman