Reverie Lo! David: I did note the weather on Saturday was balmy, And sunny, and still, i.e., for golf, not so crummy. [That last rhyme was fine, by Old Anglo-Saxon standards, A Feminine rhyme (I believe), they call it. By me, considering my gender, and writing these words, A Masculine rhyme, (like this, maybe,) can’t always be expected !! ] Moving on…. Since so noting the clime, I did wonder and ponder, If you to your Elysian Field, your Eden, your Oasis [aka. your Course] out yonder, With tees, and cleats, and clubs did wander. If you did, as my fancy imagined, I’m hoping That all the holes, and the scores, (eagles at most), proved joyous. That on your days off, with no Off-Day at golf you were coping. I vow and pray that’s how it went, and so you’re not moping; Because, since you’re paying, that would not be Justice! Then, for pay, at Work only, the days can be cold, or windy or soaking, Only then, where any vile traps, viler hooks, evil bogeys and duffers you suffer are …. Just Us.
N. B. (Alright, I do mean Just Them, but it didn’t make either a female or male rhyme, or a pun, so I had to sound like I might be part of the problem! hah! as if! [sic]) Also, David, a possible personal mantra for you, if it is apt: “I would rather be six over par, than six feet under.” I’ll make it into a t-shirt if you like. |
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