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We stood in a circle in the parlor, Jim was chatting with his golfing crones; Her body was there for the viewing, But we're keen on his hole-in-one. We gave him our proud approval, We chorused, Jim, well-done! Then Jim took his turn on the kneeler, To ponder before her coffin. We all know the cold humility, That an ace needs a load full of luck; Yet we're pleased to hear all his details, From the crack off the tee, To the flag in the cup. I waited for my turn behind Jim, I overheard his solemn words: *... an eight iron... bounced once, then straight in... Oh, and may you rest in peace too, Mrs. Hobin*.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
Better Than the Alternative
We stood in a circle in the parlor, Jim was chatting with his golfing crones; Her body was there for the viewing, But we're keen on his hole-in-one. We gave him our proud approval, We chorused, Jim, well-done! Then Jim took his turn on the kneeler, To ponder before her coffin. We all know the cold humility, That an ace needs a load full of luck; Yet we're pleased to hear all his details, From the crack off the tee, To the flag in the cup. I waited for my turn behind Jim, I overheard his solemn words: *... an eight iron... bounced once, then straight in... Oh, and may you rest in peace too, Mrs. Hobin*.
RIP Mrs. Hobin. She was the mother of one of the lads in my foursome. Lived a long life, raised a great bunch of kids.
#golf#funeral#humor
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
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