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A ”GOLFER TO THE END!”, is your pledge. Many would say you’ve ‘left the ledge’! And, “The game’s boring! (Like a bowl of veg’!) But you see excitement, in ‘clearing a hedge’!
An eagle gives you an ‘after-glow’ Like some ‘headlight-caught’ doe!
And a big, wide smile, is usually in ‘tow’ As birdie after birdie, you continue to flow.
It couldn’t have been conveyed better by a mime.
That you ‘consumed’ this golf game, like a well-dressed ‘swine’! Around your ‘heart strings’. (Well entwined)
Renewed your youth, like a nursery rhyme!
’Golfing’, is definitely, your favorite verb No chance, your desire, would ever be curbed. To do so would mean, you had to be disturbed! You’ll stay in love, with the lush, ‘lawn herb’!
But you can’t deny, you hate the sand!
The traps, you feel, just ‘mar the land’! You’d remove them all, (if you ‘had a hand’) In designing this course, (that seemed ‘canned’)!