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Playing the Skins Game

There was a pair Both having creative flair Then another two Having nothing to do Twins on two wheels Looking for a steal No need for a club Being in the woods with these guys who were studs Partying at the lake Spending what they make Not thinking this is a mistake A DJ was not there No one cared Dancing the four Ignoring she walked out the door Searching for Leprechaun green Wearing tight tailored made blue jeans Eyeing to purchase a Porsche This film work was par for the course Acting like a driving wedge She did something behind the hedge To get out of the rough Her emotions taking rejection real tough Using a cobra iron As a warning siren Stroking the little white ball Making sure she made the call A fair way to handle a difficult situation Getting a good lay and position Into the bunker it did land A sandy hazard needing to get out of a jam With a little twist and grip that was firm At first the cable television gallery showed their concern It reached its goal Sinking into the hole All this happen when she was asleep From out of nowhere was the underwater creep Nothing much after that For the Princess brat Champion players enjoy the Seminole skins Betting on who will win Take each match Where an eagle or birdie may hatch Like it is your last And remember your lucrative past Since science overnight can turn weird Spreading a viral infection revenge demanding fear In the end see the results on the card Digesting the negativity could be hard Especially on the back nine Marching in rhythmic time Knowing this is the chapter’s finale Realizing the positive tally As the golfing masters put up their cleats to hang One may ponder over that space drink orange Tang Promiscuous Miss Samantha Lane does look like Danielle Kang

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