CharlaXEpicure

Tee shirt babay he wore the thing inside out the tag was showing omg what nerve the crowd was booing he was still smiling not sure that it was him he was a tiger wannabee a golf fanatic lunatic showing up to tee off the ball was soaring fast and loose it wandered off the green he stopped at Tenish just for tea time was almost over when the ball went soaring over the amber grains of waves of the crowd beckoning he was so out of line with the hole and yet it sliced and when he putted all the ladies swounded mostly at the way his shorts rode up them iron gray legs and then back down them in the last and final hole they say his concentration got the beast of him he let go with an angry oath and tossed the clubs into the pond the bag and balls and all they floated and tried to stay that way and then they sank but he was already in the Mercedes watching Frank Gifford on TV and drinking Scotch on the Rocks in his long black limosine singing Dialing for Dollars is trying to find me as CharlaX penned this Epicure.