Uncle Bob's Par 3 Challenge

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On the tee, nerves taut, the players stand, Par 3 challenge, across the land. With precision swings, they aim for the pin, Dreaming of victory, to proudly grin.

Each stroke counts, in this short but fierce test, Pressure mounts, as they give it their best. But in the end, only one can claim, Par 3 glory, etching their name.

In the fairway, they aimed for the green so spry, But their ball met a tree, with a woeful cry. It ricocheted off with a comical spree, And landed back at their feet, oh what a tee-hee!

They chuckled and sighed, for what else to do, But embrace the mishap, and laugh it through!

In the rough, the ball lies, a daunting sight, Golfer's heart races, will they get it right? With a deep breath, they take their stance, Swinging hard, hoping for a chance.

Splash! The ball flies from water or sand, Their skill tested, their resolve grand. In golf's challenge, hazards demand grace, Each shot a tale of struggle and embrace.

In the sun, on greens, the golfers play, Swinging clubs, aiming to save the day. But when the round ends, they head to the bar, Where drinks flow freely, taking them far.

Too much indulgence, swinging not so straight, Their laughter echoes, their stories create. Yet amidst the mirth, they cherish the fun, Golfing and drinking, 'til the day is done.