Hope you had a chance to watch the US Open this weekend, and the courageous come-from-behind win of J.J. Spaun.
Ah, golf...my old beguiler...
Gotta hand it to old Scottish shepherds;
crook and stone, they played their shots
and then found, that just like leopards,
they could no longer change their spots
for they had become addicted
the cruel mistress of a game,
but in their love they weren't conflicted
and life would never be the same
and down the years golf widows wept;
on weekend dawns their men departed
and no promises were kept
for the honey-do's they left unstarted,
but ladies, know tail wags the dog,
and, spelled backwards, golf is flog.
Sylvia says, No Golf! McDonald's ice cream instead.
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