Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

The Master's Peachy Call

Once there was a Master that was put on hold 
The one keeping the green safe felt this was very cold 
“We are trying to contact you!” 
“About an issue that said the Master was through” 
With the phone in the ear Augusta the assistant
Was forced just to listen
Acting very honest not needing a mask 
The recording entertainment was the office work task 
Seconds went by then minutes 
And Augusta screamed ‘we are not getting into it’ 
“The Master is in the office waiting 
And you have not picked up my call, I am stating” 
Then there was a click 
And a voice came on real quick 
“The Master wants to speak 
About this delay that is supposed to take weeks” 
“We are sorry for this awful scar
 On your century old spring tradition whose course is designed by a small word like par” 
Okay the Master agreed to wait 
With the goal everything in the end will be made straight 
Hanging up the phone 
Everyone was feeling alone 
The Master needed to make that call 
In order to be able to stand tall 
When one is put on hold 
It’s not due to being cold 
There were people in front of the Master 
Needing things done faster 
Knowing it was all right to take time to administrator a shot 
Using the fair way to get a good spot 
And once the delay leaves the hazard 
A major issue will be in tatters 
The Master should carry on with the driving club 
Realizing in the end patience will make it a success not a dud

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