today played golf with dad br worst game i'd ever had br one hundred on front fine br one hundred on back nine br boy i started to get mad br br want another round br my dad well browned br psyching myself up br wanting name on a cup br then i began to astound br br swinging, stance, perfect hit br swinging, stance, perfect split br whack after whack br now i had the knack br hitting tiniest blue tit (for a birdie) br br then i struck a eagle br dad called me a weasel br there rare in our country br we sat for lunch hungry br on way home need diesel br br after lunch started again br farting sandwich whole grain br in front were a couple br who gave out a chuckle br names glenn and jane br br swinging, stance, perfect start br swinging, stance, perfect fart br whack after whack br now i had the knack br FOUR glenn and jane extra art br br doing extra twelve holes whacked br thought it time to retract br thinking no cup for me br headed over to our last tee br hole in one sheer fact br (cough)br br lee fonesbr br