There was a golfer who was at a golf coarse
Near a house with a lot of windows who yelled: 'Fore! '
His idea was to get a hole in one which he practiced a lot the week before
The ball flew high and a little of coarse
He had hit it with a little to much force
you may be wondering did he get a hole in one
When hearing the noise and seeing the windows and all he had done
One person said 'No he got 4! '
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