Tee Time Poem by Kim Barney
Tee Time
I don't play golf,
and I don't drink tea,
so there's never a tee time
or a tea time for me.
Is that a honey bee right above the golf ball? TEE hee, TEE hee, TEE hee.
This poem is today on number 70 of The Best Poems of Member Poets. CONGRATS, dear Kim.
My daddy also wore long sleeves, since he is 'overhaired' on all of his body, arms and legs, and all men in Indonesia have no hair on their body, arms or legs, only thin moustache and beard
I love tennis games, I get sleepy when I must golf with my beloved one
After all it is a T-shirt, Kim.You wrote a brillant brevity. I love my Earl Grey, finest blend.5 Stars TOP Score for this finest humor, Kim.
Congrats, Kim! This poem is #73 today on the 'best member poem' list!
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4/23/2024 6:17:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What's that little white thing in the photo? heh heh. bri
Bri, thank you for the multiple comments.