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
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020
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