Daily Archives: December 7, 2009
In the Rough
Appropriate Poem; In The Rough
Hows your handicap Now
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Driving up the fairway feeling shore shore shore
Hole the birdy not the rough its sore sore sore
A hole in one is just for fun roar roar roar
Mark their card to keep the score more more more
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In the rough with a little woody find the door door door
Dont drop it now your on the green core core core
No handicap for putting and holing she swore swore swore
She said your seven is iron, but can it grow more more more
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The gettaway crached when the wife went gheto its a chore chore chore
They say your upright when your laying the green what a bore bore bore
They say you bunkered one and eagled four four four
Waiting to see is there any more more more
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