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Poetry Pleases: The Golfer

David Reid has some rhyming advice to wayward golfers.

A GOLFER HITTING OFF THE TEE, WAS AT THE 18TH HOLE.
HE SLICED THE BALL ACROSS THE FENCE, IT BOUNCED HARD OFF A POLE.
HIS BALL WAS LOST AS MANY ARE, AND WHEN HE'D FINISHED PLAY
ARRIVING AT THE CLUBHOUSE, THE PRO WAS HEARD TO SAY
"MY FRIEND THAT BALL YOU SLICED BACK THERE, HIT A PASSING CAR
HE SWERVED AND HIT A CATTLE TRUCK, WHICH SKIDDED ON THE TAR
CRASHED THROUGH THE RAILWAY BARRIER, AND HIT A PASSING TRAIN.
NOW SCORES ARE INJURED, 30 DEAD, STILL CRYING OUT IN PAIN.''
"GOODNESS ME! WHAT SHOULD I DO?'' THE GOLFER WAS BEREFT.
"JUST EASE YOUR GRIP, DON'T LIFT YOUR HEAD, THUMB SLIGHTLY TO THE LEFT.''

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