050110r Pressure Cooker Poem by Manonton Dalan

all four of us are all on the fringes
after great shot of two at par four
nobody talking we are very serious
whoever lost buy a dinner for four
i was praying this won't be my day
i bet they are thinking same way

i chip, oh my! it almost went in
almost doesn't count my friend
then the other two did the same
in my mind we could split the fee
that doesn't hurt much i'm happy
sure enough this afghan veteran
nerves of steel or just lucky today