it's a wild mini golf course
but we go for it
with our little clubs. our tiny
pencils and score cards.
it's dinosaur land with
spewing volcanoes and cave
men. all constructed out of
metal or wood, or paper mache.
there's a waterfall, a bridge,
a dip, a wall, a hill to climb.
skill has nothing to do with it.
it's mostly swing the club,
hit the ball and hope for the
best. so we do. but when I lose
to her, I shrug and say oh well.
then we get ice cream.
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