State-level politicians can provide laughs as well, as documented in today’s Idaho Statesman. It seems that a state senator got all liquored up after a round of golf, stole a truck and trailer, wrecked them, and appeared to be seeking The Promised Land. He also claimed that the robed woman into whose yard he crashed was an angel (the Statesman did not report on her attractiveness, so that cannot currently be verified).
Anyway, we haven’t had any awful poetry on The Dead Acorn for a while, so without further ado:
We've all played golf like John McGee,
and had too much at the 19th tee.
But angels he did claim to see ...
Was it alcohol? Or LSD?
Seeking God, he stole a truck
But crashed it quickly, darn the luck
So crazily, he ran amok
as his wife (full facepalm) muttered "ffffffuuuuuuuuuuck ..."
I sense that I can delete the “Income From Poetry Sales” line in my cash flow statement.
2 comments:
probably the best bad poem poem about golf that i've read in a while
Well thanks! I'll take "best bad" any day of the week.
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