The golf tournament


I signed up for a tournament
But forgot to tell my wife
This is a recipe for trouble
And everlasting strife

When I reluctantly confessed today
She said she already knew
Amazing how she had found out
The clues she had were few

She said she overheard some talk
And recognized the code
When buddies ask about “a walk”
She knew it's not the road.

In the end she'll get her way
There will be no pain or spite
But I will get my day to play
And sleep quite well tonight.

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