Playing Golf Poem by Randy McClave

I was playing golf
Then behind I heard a cough,
I turned around to take a look
And there stood smiling at me, a crook.
He was covered in makeup and hairspray
I thought he came from a circus or a play,
Then at me he did frown
When I asked him why did he look like a clown.
He then told me that he was going to play through
And there was nothing that I could say or do,
Then inside his pants pocket he reached after making a call
Then out came another golf ball.
He then said he was the champion of this golf course
But, that was from his own source,
Then I saw him again cheatin'
Now I I know why from his brags he's never been beaten.
He told me, if I knew that windmills caused cancer
No, of course was my answer,
The sounds he said that they all emit
They cause it.
He then told me that we had airports in 1775
I told him that then none of us were alive,
He then said that's how we won the revolutionary war
Him I then did ignore.
Then he said to me, that he's 'aced' a cognitive test
And all the doctors he said were impressed,
He then said that he was more intelligent than Einstein
I then thought to myself maybe he meant, "Frankenstein".
Then I slowly grabbed my clubs and backed up and walked away
I didn't want to hear anymore of the lies he had to say,
Then I left in a hurry with a very fast strut
I then went to amusement park to play putt-putt.

Randy L. McClave