He loved playing on this 20-acre ‘table’ (He’d stay here if he could just get cable!) And play all day long. (If he were able) But that’d make his wife’s pressure unstable!
He saw no reason, why she hated this ‘turf’ ”Always complaining!” (EVEN when he slurped!) TV was no different at home. (When he ‘surfed’) Had loving this game, made him a jerk?
Not in this lifetime! (In fact, never)!
This golf game flavored life like salt and pepper! As do most things, that require you to be clever There’s no way, his ties to the club, he’d sever!
All of his excuses were weak. (Everyone of them ‘hobbled’)
No matter how noble. No matter how novel. ”Why…”, she thought, “…did he enjoy playing with this ‘bobble”?
”No bigger than a tennis ball! (Not even a ‘cobble’)!
”She’d understand, if she ever made the ball ‘take flight!” And the joy, as it finally dropped out of site!
Then FINALLY put aside, this contentious blight As the game, to her, becomes less trite!