My Caddy Stole My Clubs
By Jared Andrew Tyson
Good god, why is my car window smashed?
Missing some loose change, no cash.
My heart sinks, when I see the boot is ajar.
Now, they’ve gone too far!
Because in the back of my car there was
A priceless set of antique golf clubs.
Yeah, my caddy stole my clubs.
What a slimy, son of a gun.
After all the years he worked for me…
I guess, now that’s all done.
He stole my golf clubs,
Because I ran off with his girl.
Now we both have each other’s
Most precious thing in the world.
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Casper Tunes
I’m an avid writer, musician and lover of all things iron.
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