I guess I always knew, how my summer begins.
A golf widow I would be.
For the longest time it was hard of me.
Now I know that is not true.
I watch him pratice in Pj's.
Several times in a bath towel.
I told him never wear less.
He had a comet for it all.
Said I always liked the show.
I knew his good twist from his bad.
In his back swing everything showed.
I told him never listen to the guys.
Keep your eves off the girls.
Don't let me hear you swear
I might hock your clubs.
We have a house on the back of the greens.
Down by his favorite hole.
The tenth was he was his best.
Always there between one and two.
Summer, winter, spring and fall.
I go out and yell, "Fore."
I want them to know he is playing through.
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