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With golf clubs to the ready
They landed at Dunkerque
Another Hoorah Major –
another day off work
Despite the parties filing
The dates they couldn’t play
Sammy double-booked
And nearly missed the day
Then to compound his folly
Buffoonishness and pique
He realised the England game
Was later in the week
And so ‘twas down to business
Big points were up for grabs
Who would have the yips today
Or suffer sweaty dabs?
When the pressure’s really on?
Who’s man enough to hack it?
Who will ride the major tide
And don the crimson jacket?
Cometh the hour, cometh the man
Who’s taking all your wagers?
Who did scoop the double poop
It’s him – the King of Majors!
© The Bard of Hoorah ~ 30 October 2006