1.
Fog rolls over a Dublin green.
My four-leaf clover makes me rich!
Stouts for all! No more mean and lean!
2.
The fog rolls in on ghostly green.
I dare not mouth the number after three.
In Beijing, it sounds like Death, unclean.
3.
Fog rolls in on a Roman green.
Ho fatto tredici! I hit the jackpot!
Thirteen friends appear; I flee the scene.
4.
Fog rolls in on the thirteenth green.
Sand trap! Water hole! I just hit Tiger Woods!
Multiple mulligans, not pristine.
5.
The fog rolls in on Vegas green.
I fling my dice on velvet: Four and Three.
“Can’t collect. No bet.” You mean…..???
6.
Fog rolls in on Olympic green.
8:08, August 8, 2008
engineered China’s time to preen.
7.
Fog rolls in on Hollywood green.
Seven brides for seven brothers. No kidnaps!
What could go wrong? %@#$^! One drama queen.