(sometimes I catch myself doing this)..
Adoring the plight of the greens-cutting man,
Anything to cut a straight line,
So members see greens and his glistening tan,
And feel that they are fine.
But such is not so for the greens-cutting man,
N'I see when I look in his eye,
He is typically sadden'd by god's great plan,
And soon expects to die.
See none of the greens have been properly cut,
By the hand of the greens-cutting man,
See lines left and right, struggling to be taut,
While members just don't understand.
With sun in his eyes,
Sad sung lullabies,
And endless sad sighs,
Mowed down dragon flies,
Inebriate night,
One-too-many fines,
His plight and our plight
Is in the never-ending lines.
-(a poem about golf course maintenance)
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