Ad Hockywocky
I walked along the grassy greens
And shanked me clubby balls
While there upon the hilly scenes
I gawked at Sandy Claws.
The clouds were putty gray that day
‘Twas not a goodly omen
I downed a dozen sudsy pints
And kept me fingers roamin’.
But lady luck was good to me
She kiss’t me hungry lips
I patted her skedaddle free
She wiggled her wily hips.
There wern’t no time to fiddle faddle
As time ran up the wall
And half a harem came to scarem
And sound the wakeful call.
Amidst the foam and slippery falls
Their arms an’ legs were flailin’
I mis’t the writin’ on the walls
The wind came stormy sailin’.
A lesson found another lern’t
‘Tis all that I can offer
Don’t e’re get lost in body parts
When not a skillful golfer.
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Love ya!
Jane
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Kathy
For this you should have your, "clubby balls," hung on the green walls at the clubhouse in Augusta. Roll over, Bobby Jones!
Ron