I don't play golf,
and I don't drink tea,
so there's never a tee time
or a tea time for me.
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My daddy also wore long sleeves, since he is 'overhaired' on all of his body, arms and legs, and all men in Indonesia have no hair on their body, arms or legs, only thin moustache and beard
I love tennis games, I get sleepy when I must golf with my beloved one
After all it is a T-shirt, Kim.You wrote a brillant brevity. I love my Earl Grey, finest blend.5 Stars TOP Score for this finest humor, Kim.
Congrats, Kim! This poem is #73 today on the 'best member poem' list!
Is that a honey bee right above the golf ball? TEE hee, TEE hee, TEE hee.
Long sleeves, long pants, all bundled up against the sun. I did not know your 'cancer history'; I suppose having cancer was no fun.
You got it off to a T. I do like my cup of tea, though not golf, it spoils a good walk.
This poem is today on number 70 of The Best Poems of Member Poets. CONGRATS, dear Kim.