Phantom of the Golfers
The green was bespeckled with putters
Till 'long came a singer, Miss Sutters
She started to sing
The golfers did swing
And now, poor Miss Sutters, she stutters
Entered in contest "Old or New in Five or Less." Placing: first.
Catagory: Humorous, Old Poem
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
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