‘Twas the night before Hereward, and all through the Mill,
Just the chairman was stirring, one more task to fulfil.
The show guides all folded, for gamers to share,
And figures from Footsore for those who were there.
Tables and scenery packed, all in piles
With boxes and papers, to go the few miles
To the Cresset, at daybreak, to lay out the hall,
With games and with traders from near to far wall…
[Chairman’s note: If you think I’m writing all 14 verses of this, you have another think coming :D]
With a click of his mouse, he turned advance sales away,
And with another set spreadsheets to print for the day.
Then turned off the lights, said with smile on his lip,
“We’ll see you tomorrow, to all a safe trip!”