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We
can’t all play like Tiger Woods, We
haven’t got his magic. But
everyone who’s seen you play Has
told me that you’re tragic! But
cheer up …………………* just
play your golf As
if there’s no Hereafter And,
if depressed, just read this book, You’ll kill yourself with laughter! READ
A SAMPLE: Foggy
Golf
Now
the hacker’s a golfer you just can’t ignore, Even
though it’s rarely he gets a good score. He
plays every Saturday; the lad sure is keen Though
the way that he swings could just rupture his spleen. I’ll
never forget one hot, humid day, He
arrived bright and early and eager to play. He
addressed his ball calmly and then started to swing, But
his glasses fogged up and he missed the damn thing. So out
came the hanky to wipe his specs clean Then
he stepped up again looking angry and mean. Again
they fogged up while halfway through the shot. You
could tell by his face, pleased as punch, he was not! But
his club had made contact with the wee dimpled ball. Sending
it screaming like a white cannon-ball He
again cleaned his glasses, when, son of a gun! He
found he had just scored his first hole in one. And so
it went on for the rest of his round. He
kept playing great golf and he finally found, He
could give up those costly professional classes As long as he played golf with his thick, fogged-up glasses!
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