So many divots….like he was preparing a farm.
”Ah, sorry folks!…..No cause for alarm!”
”Couldn’t be helped!…..I’ve got a strong arm!”
”Don’t worry about the golf green!…There’s not much harm!”
He could be in trouble here. (The fire had his bacon) Didn’t want them to know t’was an act. (Totally fakin’!) He considered seriously, whether tracks, he should be makin’! To put a beating on him, green attendants, were achin’!
It was like, in his ear, someone hit a gong The ‘fat lady’ was definitely singing her ‘song’! And those attendants looked pretty strong Surely, they would have ‘right’ his ‘wrong’!
To get out of this, he’d have to be nimble And hope they didn’t notice how he trembled! There must be a salvation (Something simple)
Before they ‘pop’ him, like a teenager’s pimple!A look at their faces, showed they were miffed! No sign of mercy anywhere. Not a whiff! Their intention was strong. (Determination stiff!) He was thanking GOD, this course had no cliff!
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