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On the fifth tee A raven spotted me He walked right up Near my ball He was arrogantly Standing tall I tried to shoo him away I had golf to play And on the 7th hole He was there again To pester me Much to my chagrin Jesus is Lord I pronounced to him And with that proclamation I poured that four foot put Right in A foul and hateful bird Of ancient lore Was this the bird That Poe found rapping, Rapping at his chamber door? And on the eighth tee There he was 20 yards Up ahead I could see Perched upon a branch Perhaps spying on me? And near the clubhouse As I rounded the bend There he sat Staring into the distance again
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Matt's "The Raven"
On the fifth tee A raven spotted me He walked right up Near my ball He was arrogantly Standing tall I tried to shoo him away I had golf to play And on the 7th hole He was there again To pester me Much to my chagrin Jesus is Lord I pronounced to him And with that proclamation I poured that four foot put Right in A foul and hateful bird Of ancient lore Was this the bird That Poe found rapping, Rapping at his chamber door? And on the eighth tee There he was 20 yards Up ahead I could see Perched upon a branch Perhaps spying on me? And near the clubhouse As I rounded the bend There he sat Staring into the distance again
I don't think I have ever been more pleased with a poem. I had a good laugh after I finished this one. I hope you enjoy it.
#raven#golf
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
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