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| 950.1 | Iambic Puttometer ? | VICKI::PWILLIAMS | | Fri May 18 1990 16:48 | 1 |
| Don't quit your day job ! :^)
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| 950.2 | The story of my game !!! | RAYBOK::COOPER | MAD HACKER | Tue May 22 1990 13:24 | 4 |
| Who is this poet !!! How do you know so much about my game !!!
Am I just paranoid ???
Mad Hacker
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| 950.3 | Poem Based On Personal Experience | CASPRO::BELFORTI | | Thu May 24 1990 10:03 | 13 |
| No, this poem is not about you but based on my personal experience
as a hacker.
Luckily, I am having a good year this year. Last year, I was awful.
I have taken a new approach to the game. My approach this year
is to play the course not your opponent. This seems to help
alot especially when there is a wagering going on. Don't let your
nerves get to you but play a calm and leisurely game. Over the
long run, it will pay off.
Mark
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| 950.5 | AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! | TRCO01::ROSS | | Wed May 30 1990 09:04 | 8 |
| Mr. Moderator:
Please delete this note and all replies before this poetry (.0 &
.4) - I use the term loosely - gets worse.
Creativity = YES
Poetry = NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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| 950.6 | ;-) | MSEE::KELLEY | Custom club fitting/club repairs | Wed May 30 1990 09:19 | 6 |
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I found these "poems" quite witty...! ;-)
Surely you jest about deleting them...
Gene (Mr. Moderator...!)
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| 950.7 | Bart solves another problem ;) | WALTA::LENEHAN | Relax... think golf | Wed May 30 1990 10:13 | 12 |
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Reply .5
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C _)
| ,___| --- Hey Dude, Like don't have a
| / cow . Do what I do, I
/____\ don't read anything unless
/ \ it's on the back of my
cereal box.
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| 950.8 | Golf verse? | ODIXIE::WESTCL | Gator Golfer | Thu May 31 1990 18:16 | 15 |
| I practice and practice those short little putts
And make them all on my rug with no cups.
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The swing was perfect,
The approach was bold,
It's in the leather!
By yesterday's hole.
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O.K...., so I'm no poet.
cw
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| 950.9 | With Apologies to Clint,Casey, Edgar, Alice and the Bard | SIOUXI::BREEN | | Thu May 31 1990 18:37 | 25 |
| NO DAY AT THE BEACH
The sun was sinining mightily, shining with all its might.
I was frowning sulkily because I thought it wasn't right
That I be home with the wife and one year old son Phil,
Instead of at Green Meadow (or maybe Juniper Hill).
The Walrus and Tom Watson are out playing in the sand.
So I said to my neighbor, "Gee wouldn't it be grand
If I could grab my clubs and slip out the back door;
And a voice cried out (sounds like my wife) - NEVERMORE.
Have mercy on me I cried in vain, the weather is so fair,
And all week long I've spent my time cooped up in my chair.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, I'll mow, I'll rake, I'll slave away.
"Go ahead" she said, "Go play golf. Go ahead, MAKE MY DAY."
Somewhere in New Hampshire a foursome tees it up.
Somewhere duffers slice and hook and others lip the cup.
Somewhere there's a deck to paint, somewhere a lawn to mow.
For there is no joy in Bill's backyard, the BBGA* says NO!
*BBGA: Bill Breen Golf Authority
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| 950.10 | Here's a Tip | ASABET::VARLEY | | Fri Jun 01 1990 10:23 | 3 |
| Re: .8 - You want it "in the leather ?" Take off your belt...
--Jack
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