A Tiger Woods Dream
I went on to the links
With Tiddle-Lee Winks
To knock balls into the woods
We prayed the golf gods
Would shorten the odds
Of finding some lost Riding Hoods
Our balls went astray
And lodged in the clay
Where Adam was resting anon
With balls to foreplay
Adam went on his way
Ere Eve could change into dawn
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