My mother has accused me of only lately becoming a bit of a writer. Well, that's not quite true and I can prove it. I've got limericks and songs and plays that have shown up as I'm pitching the remnants of early life.
For today's enjoyment I have a song written to the tune of Pinball Wizard. It's a song about Chuck, former room mate and golf buddy. This dates from about 1983. It's written on computer paper in all caps -- there was a time I was not real good with the shift keys. Ok, here we go, a walk into the past.
Sure Plays a Strong Golf Ball
Ever since I was a young boy
I've played that white golf ball.
From Elgin out to Schaumburg
I must have played them all.
But I've not seen anything like him
at any pitch and Putt.
The crazy old Chucky
Sure plays a strong golf ball.
He's a hazard wizard.
He knows all the traps.
From OB to bunkers,
He's familiar with them all.
The crazy old Chucky
sure plays a strong golf ball.
He doesn't bother with the fairways,
Always hits the rough.
If he doesn't slice it,
He'll surely pull it left.
Always finds the water,
Never seen him wrong.
The crazy old Chucky
He's just too damn strong!
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