lee fones - Days Golf

today played golf with dad
worst game i'd ever had
one hundred on front fine
one hundred on back nine
boy i started to get mad

want another round
my dad well browned
psyching myself up
wanting name on a cup
then i began to astound

swinging, stance, perfect hit
swinging, stance, perfect split
whack after whack
now i had the knack
hitting tiniest blue tit (for a birdie)

then i struck a eagle
dad called me a weasel
there rare in our country
we sat for lunch hungry
on way home need diesel

after lunch started again
farting sandwich whole grain
in front were a couple
who gave out a chuckle
names glenn and jane

swinging, stance, perfect start
swinging, stance, perfect fart
whack after whack
now i had the knack
FOUR glenn and jane extra art

doing extra twelve holes whacked
thought it time to retract
thinking no cup for me
headed over to our last tee
hole in one sheer fact
(cough)

lee fones

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