Golf Day
I love the thrill of playing golf
Especially when it's my turn to tee off
The excitement grows as I put my putter in my hand
Not knowing how far or where the ball will land
I take my driver and I drive it home
But when I get to the hole the ball is gone
Did it end up in the water or a sand trap
Man this game is turning into crap
I yell for my caddie but he's no where around
He's in the golf cart sleeping real sound
So off to the clubhouse I go to think
But while I'm there I have myself a drink
After a glass or two of wine
I feel real good and I say the 18th hole is mine
I go back out on the green and I yell fore
But when it's over I've never seen such a bad score
I tell myself this game really sucks
So I turn in my clubs and went to play putt putt
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