How I love September golf. I'm playing it a lot.
Yesterday, if I may say, I hit an awesome shot...
Actually, I hit a few. I really was on fire.
When I told my loving husband, he called me a liar.
I think I'm offended. I don't lie about my game.
If you cheat to win at golf it doesn't feel the same.
I guess I can understand his skeptical reply;
I was truly awful when I last played with the guy.
Couldn't hit a chip and hold the green to save my life.
Yesterday I stuck them close. A man should trust his wife.
Now I'll have to back it up. We're playing Friday, too.
Golf gods, I'd be grateful for a helping hand from you.