Thursday, August 26, 2004

25 Tiger

From Steve. See also the comment section of my Sanford and Son posting for Steve's translation of the Mr. Ed theme into Indonesian.

*Steve, I wasn't sure if the formatting was skewed by the comments code. If you want this thing broken differently, just let me know.

Yet Another Tiger Poem:
Golf is Flog Spelled Backwards

I play my pestilential game
Without a single speck of shame.

I hack my way around the course
With absolutely no remorse.

The fairways, I have rarely seen —
I struggle once I’m on the green.

My drives will hook, or maybe slice.
They do not follow my advice.

My shots all seek the woods and water.
They do not travel where they orter.

O, I’d forgo all worldly goods
If I could play like Tiger Woods

For just one game. ’Tis not to be;
I guess I’ll have to play like me.

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