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All the folks called him Alligator Alley

Never questioned just how he did tally

His score on the course, so uncanny

For a gator, whose grip was so clammy

Golfers stood around him, and stared

To question his form, no one dared

Still, his ball would set off any Geiger

But this reptile could never be Tiger

Every day, he would practice his swing

Until one day, he gave up on this thing

Claiming golf was meant only for man

But he’d always remain a true fan!


September Writing Prompt – Alligator Alley – Day 18/30

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