He Slinks Over the Links
He Slinks Over The Links
He raced to the first golf hole, par he winks
Three wild shots later a turkey gobbles
Cuss words escape his lips, as his drives stink
Another dying duck's hit, as his legs wobble
Ploop, another drink of the pond, how awful
connie pachecho
8/12/17
Inspired after reading entries to-Write about an activity as if you are doing it at the moment
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