Strange but true. I just carried the pond with my second shot on #11 at Summit and drove up to the green to take my chip shot. As I scattered the geese I noticed my ball was gone! Some damn goose stole my ball…and I have witnesses. I was then informed that I must take a penalty stroke. Filthy animals! There was only one thing left to do…..
Here’s a story that sounds quite bazaar
But my partners had seen from afar.
A goose with a ‘tude,
Stole my ball! I was screwed.
Then I dropped it and chipped in for par.
This one is for Jeffery who was MIA today…
As Mike and I waited to tee,
While watching he had to agree.
This guy played slow.
Wouldn’t you know,
He was more deliberate than me.