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<poem title="CRAZY GOLF">
<author>Philip Burton</author>
<date>09/02/2008</date>
<verse>
<line>Mister Rolph, at The Crazy Golf</line>
<line> gave us two proper clubs, </line>
<line> two shiny golf balls, </line>
<line> with a hearty, <em>No trouble at all!</em></line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>First hole was a tap-in</line>
<line> for clever-clog sister</line>
<line> who couldn&#039;t resist a</line>
<line> laugh when I shot off the matting!</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>Second hole was a stroll</line>
<line> for Hazel, my sister.</line>
<line> Her ball went went clean at the wall</line>
<line> where there was a gap in.</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>My ball got nowhere at all.</line>
<line> It bounced off the wall</line>
<line> and came back in its tracks.</line>
<line> I felt such a fool!</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>Third hole has a trap in</line>
<line> that caught me napping.</line>
<line> But Hazel was able</line>
<line> and stood there clapping!</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>The fourth is all nipping</line>
<line> round bends and then whipping</line>
<line> round corners, then, in off the lip,</line>
<line> <em>I won!</em> Hazel quipped.</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>Next hole, balls tip in</line>
<line> a ditch with a witch in</line>
<line> then flip upside down</line>
<line> in an ivory tower.</line>
<line> Hazel waved hers in</line>
<line> but my shot went sour!</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>The sixth has a ship in.</line>
<line> You aim for the funnel.</line>
<line> Hazel went down it.</line>
<line> I&#039;d like to drown it!</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>Holes number Seven and Eight</line>
<line> my sister thinks are great.</line>
<line> She likes Nine as well</line>
<line> where her ball rang a bell.</line>
</verse>
<verse>
<line>I made up my mind</line>
<line> (I get hugely determined)</line>
<line> that Hole Number Ten</line>
<line> I would win, and so end</line>
<line> my terrible run of bad luck.</line>
<line> But my shot hit a tree</line>
<line> then the Crazy Man&#039;s knee</line>
<line> then bounced in my mouth</line>
<line> and there it is stuck -</line>
<line> a souvenir of the Crazy Golf tee!</line>
</verse>
</poem>

