When Hubby Wants To Play Golf
(A True Experience)
By Sheri Stanley and Mary Kent
Hubby awoke in a frivolous mood
Let’s go play golf! as he gulped down his food
I don’t wanna play, I said, is that okay?
But, I’ll ride along with you golfin’ today.
Hackin’ and smackin’ ‘em this way and that
Flopped in the water - went lickity-splat!
There on the T-box he swooshed and he swished
His face was so red as though he had been kissed
He must be close to being out of balls
I searched in the woods - suddenly he calls!!
“FORE!” I straightened up just in time, oh, gee
Wayward ball hits ankle, it swelled up you see
What were you doing out there, anyhow?
Searching to find you more balls, Mr. Wow!
My ankle swelled to gargantuan size
It seems without question I’ve gotten wise
Next time he mentions of golf I’ll say, no!
That’s what I’ll do, but for now I’ll hang low