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Two decades ago this story began
Founded by one of the Robinson Clan.
The weekend is always the second in July
Its the gathering of a unique group of guys.

In honour of The Late Arthur L. Heron
Who would be swinging his clubs in heaven
The trophies grand and tall and bears the names
The history of winners engraved to remain

They all arrive early in the afternoon
A simular scene to National Lampoons
It's Wimbledon, Golf and AFL at it's best
Three days of endurance put to the test.

A quick 9 holes of golf out on the green
Will determine the weekends competing teams
Men's semi finals back to back Friday night
Saturday morning hits off with the golf course in sight.

They then venture into the 19th hole
Relaxing with large consumptions of alcohol
Saturday night the womens finals and AFL
The food, tall stories and catch-ups to tell

Sunday morning theyre all weary with sore heads 
As they drag themselves out of their beds
With panadol in hand they are back on the course
For the final day of Golf feeling a little remorse 

When the Golf is over and the trophy is claimed
Everyone's poor performance the alcohol is blamed
It's then back to Wimbledon the mens finals to see
A few more drinks and snacks, all happy as can be

And thats it!  it's over!  They down the final beers.
But its never really over as they'll be back next year.
The competition for the Arthur L. Heron Cup
Is an honour these guys will never give up

It's a magical bond between these guys
The feeling is sad as they say goodbye
The memories made they will embrace
And practice all year for next years 1st place


Authors Note:-

Kurt requested a poem for me to write
With Golf, Wimbledon, AFL and you guys in sight
I hope he reads it well and he mentions me
I'm the author known as Derani, but nicknamed Dee.

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