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Rolf Plays Golf

Clyde Rolf Played golf First nine Went fine Next nine Not fine He muffs In roughs Sand trap Oh crap Tough break In lake Bad hook In brook Blew putts Some klutz Hurled putter In gutter O'er par By far Disgust He cussed Clubhouse To souse

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/10/2021 4:05:00 PM

G'day Bob ... the most frustrating game invented and your footles describe this perfectly - thanks Bob - Lindsay

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/25/2021 6:51:00 PM

Alsh well that ensh well, ~ Tipsy Teetotaler

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 7/22/2021 2:53:00 PM

- Well done footle, Bob :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 7/22/2021 5:09:00 PM

I appreciate your kind comment, Anne Lise - Bob

Panagiota Romios

Date: 7/22/2021 11:50:00 AM

Great job, Bob! Clubhouse to souse...OMG Think I should retire from poetry, now? Shhh! I hear you cheering! Pangie xxoo

Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 7/22/2021 5:09:00 PM

Thank you, Pangie. Another bit of nonsense! - Bob

Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/22/2021 11:07:00 AM

Great string of footles Bob, they're so addictive once you start, hope you're well. Tom

Jan Allison

Date: 7/22/2021 10:39:00 AM

ha ha ha yeah seeking comfort at the 19th hole lol:-) fabulous fun string of footles - wish I'd thought of them!:-) hugs Jan xx

Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 7/22/2021 10:42:00 AM

Thanks, Jan, glad it gave you a laff! Truth be known, he probably went home and beat his wife and kicked his dog! Bob