Hey Munc,
I swear that as I face the tee
That little ball does laugh at me.
It sits so still and seems to gloat
That my swing will miss the boat
Then a perfect shot I hit
Just missing by a little bit
It keeps me coming back for more
Oh no, look out, I'm shouting "FORE."
I loved you poem - and they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Kate
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Holyoke, Mass; East Granby, Monroe, Madison and Branford, Conn; Port Clyde, Maine; North Myrtle Beach, SC; The Village of Bonita (April 2009 - )
Last edited by katezbox; 07-15-2009 at 12:48 PM.
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