Golf Stone Stops Asking Why
Gold stone has learnt to stop asking why
Many things just stared him in the eye:
Simply means he should not in bed lie
Or cock’s crow at dawn dismiss as lie,
Soon leave his room taking along his tie
And only after success face pie…
Right now, a new business game to hatch,
Age-old ideas and new ones to match,
Ignore for now his trousers with patch,
Take on his shrewd partners batch by batch
Cause giving them to sudden itch scratch
For his carefree lips finds a good latch…
Yes, often try to his flights catch.
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