Shrink Poem--Golf Season

Golf was absolutely ridiculous.
The ridiculous rules,
at the ridiculous country club.
The ridiculous snow covering the ground still
halfway through our ridiculous season.
That sandwedge I snapped in half was ridiculous.
Ridiculous golf hats and yellow shirts.
Ridiculous practices where we did nothing.
Those ridiculous cheaters from Sisters.
Ridiculous bee that stung me on the tee box.
Ridiculous "Big Red" whom shot a ridiculous 182.
The ridiculous daily trips to Eagle Crest for ridiculous practice.
Our ridiculous coach in her green and purple sweat pants.
Our ridiculous excuses not to hit that ridiculous ball with that ridiculous club.
Ridiculous drama over ridiculous boys.
Ridiculous attempts to run and lift weights.
The ridiculous fundraiser tournament with,
those ridiculous boys that sat on their lazy butts all day.
Ridiculous range picking.
The ridiculous sleepovers we had,
watching ridiculous Rock of Love,
and eating ridiculous amounts of junk food.
Our ridiculous plan to avoid hitting range,
by playing a ridiculous round of miniature golf.
Ridiculous sunburns.
Ridiculous Rick and his ridiculous ways.
The ridiculous car I hit with my ridiculously horrific sand shot.
Our ridiculous thirty stroke victory at District.
Ridiculous Crook County crying over their ridiculously pathetic defeat.
Ridiculous practice round at the ridiculous OGA course.
Ridiculous trees and rocks and water.
The state tournament was completely ridiculous with the rain and hail and wind.
Our ridiculous state championship,
after our ridiculously aweful scores.
The ridiculous after-party at Eagle Crest,
running through ridiculous sprinklers and
dancing ridiculously to Britney Spears.
Ridiculous award banquet with our ridiculously embarrassing coach.
Ridiculous ridiculous golf season.

Oh how I loved it!