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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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Could you imagine you were on a golf course and your hole in one was blocked by Mr & Mrs Alligator? Would that still count as a hole in one?
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Well, if they’re blocking the hole, then it wouldn’t be a hole in one. But if they’re near the hole in one, then they’re guarding it against someone removing the ball LOL
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A case of curious curiosity causing course calamity. ☺❤
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Walt, you’re alliterating again. maybe you need to see someone about that 😉 lol
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No, not never neither nor nevertheless nevermind. ☺❤
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Clever.. true smile generator
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Better than being eaten by one lol Thanks, Annette!
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An amusing poem, Dorinda
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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