The Slicer

We were golfing in the morning It was me and my friend Bill We were on hole number seven Everything was going well I drove my ball straight down the fairway The shot was pretty nice Bill leaned hard into his shot But he had a tendency to slice It disappeared toward the Condos We could hear a frightening crash The picture window tinkled down Pieces lying on the sash He said I must go and apologize To the lady in the place He found her lying in her chaise lounge Dressed in frilly things and lace He went in to check the damage That he’d done to her place He came out two hours later With a big smile on his face She said don’t worry ‘bout the damage I already have been paid My day has started very nicely now What a difference it has made I may have lost a window But the breaks been very nice You can stop in any time It has been a slice