Ode to the Fanatical Golfer by Kevin D. Rolle - HTML preview

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Broker A Truce

Could they come to a concensus? (Get this ‘ship’ off the reef?) Come together in unity, and squash this ‘beef’?
Golf would no longer be blamed. (This ‘time-stealing thief’!)
He was long over due, for some relief!

Sometimes, he did come across as crass.
(Telling all his friends, he’d ‘train’ this ‘little lass’!) Lame attempts to get her to play, would NEVER pass! He’d have to promise some ‘expensive glass’!

But golf, to her, was about as exciting as lint! She’d NEVER agree to a trial ‘stint’. Not even if he could offer a mint
One stern look….he’d get the hint!

For her, time together; for him, time on the links, (they fought)
Much ‘spirited dialogue’, this game in their house, had wrought!
Who could have known it? Who would have thought? A painful lesson, in ‘domestic violence’, this had taught!

Would they settle this? (‘Twas anyone’s guess) Their view, each side, would continue to press. More shouting in their future. (Definitely more stress) Did you really expect anything less?