A Shaggy Shag Golf Poem

A humorous shaggy dog style poem mixing golf and sex. It would be shorter, but much less clever, as a straight joke.


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Ten Minutes Late

In a brand new job and in a brand new town
A young man named George started working
A group of his fellow employees always met
For a round of golf every Saturday morning
After finding out that George was a golfer
He was asked if he could make the golf date
George replied that he would love to play
But that he might well be ten minutes late
On Saturday morning he was there at ten
He played right handed and won the play
Next week George says that he will be there
But he may be ten minutes late on the day
He shows up right on time and proceeded
To play golf left handed, and win the round
This continues for a fair number of weeks
He may be ten minutes late on the ground
But without fail always turns up on time
And then wins playing with either hand
The other players are getting fed up with this
And an explanation for this they all demand
"George, every Saturday you say you may be
Ten minutes late, but are never late to begin
“Then you play either right or left handed”
“And despite this” they said, “you always win?”
"I’m superstitious so every Saturday I wake up
I look over at my wife in the first morning light
If she sleeps on her left side, I play left-handed
If she’s sleeping on her right side, I play right"
They absorbed this information with disbelief
"Well," one of the men said “ tell us straight”
"What happens if she is laying on her back?"
George replies, "Then I‘m ten minutes late."

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