The I-G-A-B
At the 150th International Golfers’ Annual Ball,
Headliner was a duffer named Donald Trump
An exceptionally boring time was had by all
As Trump insisted on reviewing his Par 3 slump.
Seems they had very little in common, in fact,
While Trump’s ball lay languishing in the rough
No one had anything good to offer, not even tact
Only Donald, it appears, had it so darned tough.
Turns out the 150th was the last annual ball
No one cared a repeat of the whining and such,
Having suffered through hours of the folderol
Especially when dinner turned out to be dutch!
Seems no one had the money they pretended
And half of the appeal was getting a free meal,
Not to mention no true golf “greats” attended
Seems the Arab league had seized their appeal.
Written November 26, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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