Twas a brisk and overcast morning
When the Titans went to play
Six men and one lone woman
With three clubs each that day
There was much anticipation
With excitement in the air
Would Phil's bad run continue?
Alas, he was not there!
Would they be philanthropic
As Titans knew they ought to?
Who would grace the President's hollow
Or go into the water?
Who would win the trophy
Would Prez or Pat or Nasher?
Would Fay bring home the bacon
Or would Judge Rita thrash her?
The Titans stood around
Politely as they do
The announcer took his time
As was his right to do
Impatiently they grew
And called him to hurry up
Desperate to know
Who had won the cup
The announcer called for silence
The scores had been totted up
A hush fell on the crowd
The results were ... dot dot dot
I'm not sure that the Poet Laureate should be too concerned just yet!
When the Titans went to play
Six men and one lone woman
With three clubs each that day
There was much anticipation
With excitement in the air
Would Phil's bad run continue?
Alas, he was not there!
Would they be philanthropic
As Titans knew they ought to?
Who would grace the President's hollow
Or go into the water?
Who would win the trophy
Would Prez or Pat or Nasher?
Would Fay bring home the bacon
Or would Judge Rita thrash her?
The Titans stood around
Politely as they do
The announcer took his time
As was his right to do
Impatiently they grew
And called him to hurry up
Desperate to know
Who had won the cup
The announcer called for silence
The scores had been totted up
A hush fell on the crowd
The results were ... dot dot dot
I'm not sure that the Poet Laureate should be too concerned just yet!
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