Crucified at Pebble Beachby Eric L. Giese
I have a younger brother named Drew.
He is just a little bit "off the wall".
He has this unusual addiction.
It is to a funny game called "golf."
It compels him to awaken an early hour.
To shriek "fore" with all his might.
Come on all of you out there,
something just is not right!
To chase a little white ball on the grass,
swinging at it with a long metal rod?
Tell me it ain't so!
Isn't this just a little bit odd?
One more time he swings at the ball,
only to pull the muscles in his back.
If this is what you cal "living it up",
then my dear brother you can have it.
Me I'm gonna snooze in the snack.
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