The green at this club, he rated as GOLD,
As evidenced, to get in, by the antiques he sold! All appointments, for today, were put on hold His hobby was calling, as through the course entrance he rolled.
The grass, fresh cut, was green and lush. He must brag to others….Emotions GUSH! As his feet settle into it, his heart turned to mush, Pumping pure adrenaline….What a RUSH!!
”This is where I want to be!”, he thought. “I’m FINALLY on top!”
He drank it all in …like a can of pop.
Strokes off his game…this course would help him lop ”It’s inevitable!,” he thought, and started to bop!
The other course he played at, he nicknamed ‘HAG’ Now a forgotten memory. A discarded rag. He couldn’t leave there fast enough. (Even his scent didn’t lag!),
Now he was ‘home’…the place he called STAG!
”I’ll own this course!”, he thought. “She will be mine!” ”So beautiful to look at! She’s just so fine!”
Not ‘sour’ like the last one. (Like eating lemon rind!) ”This one is sweet! Can’t wait to dine!”