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Post by johnwood on Jun 9, 2009 20:51:57 GMT -5
A limerick from poet Woody:
There once was a disc golfer named Ron Who loved Crockett like hot dogs do Poupon He can throw far as heck But trees turn his score to a wreck Liberty is the course I'll take him on!
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Post by RD on Jun 10, 2009 15:21:41 GMT -5
there once was a course named crockett whose fairways require a rocket the hills there are a plenty you'll need pars to stay in the fiftys thank goodness its in brentwood for those jogging ladies are good for a woody
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Post by johnwood on Jun 11, 2009 16:15:59 GMT -5
Another limerick from poet Woody:
There is a disc golfer called RD Who is calm & serene as can be Never acts 'look at me'! Has no trick shots to see At the end he has beat me by 3!!
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Post by Ron Pittman on Jun 12, 2009 13:28:40 GMT -5
There once was a golfer named John. Need a solid guy? - He's the one. But, the discs he does whirl, Ahh --- just like a girl! "You're out again" is his song.
Hey, this is fun. Ron
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Post by becker on Jun 12, 2009 15:17:09 GMT -5
Though Wood, Ron, and RD are men Who proclaim they are trying to win Playing singles or doubles They'll display all their troubles And I leave with the low tag again.
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Post by johnwood on Jun 12, 2009 16:45:31 GMT -5
Another limerick from poet Woody:
There is a disc golfer named Becker I bet that he is a 'Star Trekker' His drives fly like space ships Causing gasps and bit lips If you try it will be your back wrecker!
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Post by kidmills on Jun 15, 2009 9:55:44 GMT -5
a bit more on becker looks like he needs a wrecker because yesterday he looked like he was at hevens gate oh he must have played the crazy eight he looked so sore and and blue i bet he couldn't even take my number two
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Post by RD on Jun 15, 2009 10:50:49 GMT -5
There once was a disc golfer named becker whose drives into trees cause many de-flecters give him credit- his long drives are no front due in part to one loud and powerful grunt its true, i may never get his tag from the whites try me from the reds-i may not be so polite
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Post by Dave the editer on Jun 15, 2009 11:39:07 GMT -5
While blackberries taste good with cream, and roses, they look like a dream, their stems and their brambles make my shirt a shambles and bring out my very best scream.
I went out to Crocket to throw but landed where mowers don't mow; at last when I found it with bodocks around it, my legs and my arms were a show.
Played 8 courses one day last week-- a ploy that is not for the meek: that's twelve dozen placements to try weary patience, and twelve dozen bad drives to seek.
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Post by johnwood on Jun 15, 2009 17:21:33 GMT -5
Another limerick by poet Woody:
We love to play with Justin and Ryan With their discs they are constantly tryin' To throw just like us We have FUN, there's no fuss They're 'Big Boys', no whinein' or cryin'!
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Post by johnwood on Jun 16, 2009 18:38:37 GMT -5
A new limerick by poet Woody:
Now you all know our Editer Dave "Crazy 8!" he would randomly rave "You should come play with me" Well he did sucker three I'm not sure if they're crazy or brave!
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Post by johnwood on Jun 18, 2009 19:01:19 GMT -5
The newest limerick from poet Woody:
I once heard in the stories of old of a course that was short but quite bold It was set on a hill with woods deep dark and still Built by gnomes and elves so it's told
Now the fellows of Williamson County Like to play in the natural bounty Of its hills and the vales Filled with snakes skunks and snails And sometimes a wayward Royal Mountie'
They decided to build once again Such a course that would make mice of men Soon enough discs will fly Possibly this July So the Legend will start for US then!
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Post by johnwood on Jun 21, 2009 16:26:57 GMT -5
A Fathers Day limerick by poet Woody:
I just met a young golfer named Zack' He just throws, not much yakety-yak He's in grade number 3 Has a sidearm to see Soon he'll make dad Don look like a hack!
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Post by slowroll on Jun 22, 2009 7:33:24 GMT -5
Oh how did this ever get started, From our topic, we seem to have parted, If we keep on like this, It won't be easy to miss, That I may actually be outsmarted!
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Post by johnwood on Jun 30, 2009 18:51:16 GMT -5
The latest limerick from poet Woody:
There was a disc golfer named John Who worked on new courses with Ron But his back, it is blown So his face, seldom shown Now it's limericks that he works on!
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