'Twas the night before Toowoomba when all through the shed,
not a creature was stirring, not even a Ted.
The tapes on the ground all aligned with care,
In the hope that the layouts would soon be there.
The modellers were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of diesels and steamers chuff along in their heads,
And Ted in his PJ's and Smithy in his,
settled down for a moment, Bill off in a tizz.
When out in the Showgrounds there arose such a clatter,
It was Geoffrey reversing again, and smashed into the ....
Bugger! I got so close, see you up there fella's, looking forward to a great weekend