Oh What A Horrible Shot - Poem by Scott Kollodge
Oh no, not again.
Over by a large
Outstretched pine tree,
On top of thin green needles, sits my ball.
Originally a Titleist, now
Officially a Top-Flite.
Opponents, luckily, remain
Oblivious to my
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