Brendan hucked up a golf ball
\nhe’d swallowed several years ago
\nafter his only hole-in-one.
\nIt was a point of honor,
\nhis threesome insisted.
\nHow was he to know they were insane?
\nNow at least there’s something
\nfor his trophy cabinet,
\neven though the cover
\nof his Titleist is gone,
\ndone in, he supposed, by stomach acids.
\nDidn’t even look like a golf ball
\nany more, just a frayed pellet
\nof wound elastics.
\nAnd what was it they’d done to him
\nin the trap on the very next hole?
\nHe remembered thinking,
\n"Why, they all have tweezers!"<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"