Open Poetry #32 |
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Balladeer Has A "Little" Putter |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
(To be read after reading Balladeer's fine poem: God Bless The Golfers" Whizzin in the woods While hunting for your balls The men's rooms now the whole wide world Not just down the hall. But I've heard is said, and think I've read There's a "Tiger" in them "Woods" And "crouching" down, near that ground Is a hazard to your goods.. If you drink beer at every hole And play a round straight thru You'll surely need a forest green To pass a quart or two. 'Deer' eats beans between the greens, And boiled eggs in 'roughs' Then hides behind a southern pine To do his private stuff. Then one time not long ago No trees were near for 'Deer' So he wound up-hit the cup, His first 'hole-in-one' in years. |
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muted![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
oh good grief!! LOL ![]() |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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suthern![]() ![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
LOL... There ya go... telling all his secrets again! LOL |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
ROTFL Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ToeMan~ This one is SOLID GOLD~ ![]() *Huglets* ![]() ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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LOL! ![]() |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Heh heh....too much! ![]() |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh Man! |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
There are few things in this wide world Which can be termed more foul Than being plagued on fairways by The movement of a bowel! The clubhouse is two miles away. The port-o-lets all stink. What can one do with all the beer That one was forced to drink? Hunters all know what to do. So did Lewis and Clark. We take a trip into the woods And wet a little bark. Our nutrients blend in with the soil No water wasted flushing. With only guys around no need For any silly blushing. The woods are lovely, dark and deep All through the brush the golfers creep With miles to go before they sleep.. Wirh miles to go before they sleep.. |
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swatcatpettus Member
since 2004-04-12
Posts 57CA |
ITS ABOUT POO! |
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garysgirl![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
oooohhhhh, I'd hate to have to pick my golf ball up from those golf courses. LOL ![]() |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
....hehehe |
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