Men’s Night at the Country Club

It’s men’s night at the country club,

Their beer I smell from holes away.

At summer’s end, we’ll all be friends…

Minus the cigar smoke and foul word play.

. . .

It’s men’s night at the country club,

As I critique each golfer’s twelfth drive.

At summer’s end, we’ll all be friends…

Ooo that swing… Nose dive.

. . .

It’s men’s night at the country club,

 I wave as they pass by my post.

At summer’s end, we’ll all be friends…

Of this opportunity, I will make the most.

. . .

It’s men’s night at the country club,

Swinging bull, swigging lies.

At summer’s end, we’ll all be friends…

For these truths, I will not apologize.

. . .

It’s men’s night at the country club,

Three months out of each of the years.

At summer’s end we’ll all be friends…

For now, let’s crack some beers.

. . .

Cheers!

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