I played 18 holes of golf today and all of the aches and pains that I felt walking down the 18th fairway coupled with all of my usual stress about work, home, and everything else inspired me to write a poem then and there. Here it is:
I've got arthritis,
bursitis,
tendonitis,
and uptightis,
Can't they make a pill
to make me allrightis?
What do you think?
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