by Doug McAllister
As promised, what follows is my second poetical installment regarding the 2010 U.S. Ryder Cup Team, the now completed roster and it's captain, Corey "The Bulldog" Pavin. Whether you agree with me or not, enjoy!
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It’s nonsense! But after all it’s fine!
I’m not surprised it went this way!
That the BULLDOG’s bark became a whine.
That the TIGER brought the pup to bay!
Or was it that the pooch was bought,
That in the end, the thing was fixed?
That money talked, as we are often taught,
And by it’s charm the hope of fairness nixed?
But wait — Rymer and Roseforte
Each claimed the choices done just right!
But, as you’ve read my stuff beforte,
I think they’re both up in the night!
But Eldrick’s, bad as his nod was,
Was not the only flub today.
The youngster, all in orange fuzz,
Has no business going to the fray!
For Rickie doesn’t have the stuff!
He’s more a dandy — big hat toad!
In the end his play will prove just fluff,
And, mark me well, he’ll just implode!
So, boys and girls, the thing is done!
They’re off to Wales, that timid band!
I’ll be surprised, when race is run,
If they return with Cup in hand!
But it doesn’t matter, in the end.
“On the team or off” just doesn’t rate!
Golf is yours and mine, my dearest friend!
So, go out and Hit ‘em Long and Straight!
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