Why did he enjoy hitting this ‘hard ball of cotton’? The desire for other sports, were all but forgotten. Like last week’s leftovers. (Spoiled and rotten) Other choices were valued at nothin’!
To the course security guard, he was a pest Begging for after-hours play. (“Give it a rest!”) The guard had better control this quick, lest… This course became his ‘nightly nest’!
To be turned down, would send him reeling Disappointment, like a pig, would send him squealing! His weak ‘cover stories’, were quickly peeling He must resort, to ‘wheeling and dealing’!
Did this mean, more sophisticated lyin’? Would he be forced to offer a ‘stipend’? Maybe even some ‘girly-cryin’!
One could not say he wasn’t tryin’.
Hopefully his mind, a good idea, would ‘spit’ Maybe it would require him to sit.
Because right now, his ‘light bulb’, wasn’t ‘lit’ There was not even the hint of a hint!