"But he swung much too hard
and in spite of himself
he took up a divot the size of an elf.
If that pitiful drive
wasn't lousy enough,
his fairway shot
found a spot deep in the rough.
Muttered he,
"Oh, perhaps,
its the wrong eve to play."
"I've more meaningful
deeds to accomplish today"
"Oh, no!" they protested.
"That isn't the thing.
You just ever so slightly
must alter your swing." "
Until next time....
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