Trophy Wives Inaugural Season, 2009-2010

  


Back Row: Bonnie, Gioconda, Carol, Chief, Linda
Middle: Polly, Vivian, Susan
Front: Val

 

Just Once A Week

Our numbers are small.

Turnout is weak.

Remember we have

reputations to keep.

So get out your balls,

Don't be shy, scared or meek;

It's just golf...you know how,

And it's just once a week!

 

And Never Have To Pay

Trophy Wives have active lives;

They primp, they prep, they play.

They make sure that the man they love

Won't look the other way!

So hear me now, my fellow wives,

We're just a week away

From playing on the links we love,

And never have to pay!

 

Shapely Boobs and Butts

Trophy Wives have awesome drives,

Fairway shots and putts.

They pride themselves, however vain

For shapely boobs and butts!

 

Who's the First One Out?

Trophy Wives shoot birdies,

Not fowl that poops on grass.

And if she shoots an eagle,

She'd show a lot of (cl)ass.

But when she shoots a hole-in-one,

She'll gain a lot of clout.

Her fellow wives may think it time,

To vote her first one OUT!

 

Chief Wins A Golden Tree

Chief Trophy Wife's a champion,

She's first within her flight.

The winds did not derail her game,

Just pushed a few shots right.

And after three long grueling rounds,

With Marshall's at their tee.

Chief Trophy Wife's the one that gets

To wear the Golden Tree!

 

Playing in a Skort

Trophy Wives play twilight

Beneath the setting sun;

And measure all their drivers

To find the longest one.

A shaft with extra inches

Never comes up short.

And Trophy Wives look really hot

While playing in a skort.

 

Core Values

Trophy Wives have histories

Which make them all unique.

When they’re all together

It's friendship that they seek.

They talk about core values,

Beliefs and family.

And learn some ‘weighty’ phrases

On the green and at the tee.

Another special moment

Which was captured on a phone,

Tracey’s drive on 18,

That holed-out in a cone.

Not to be outdone, of course,

By Mrs. Cheryle Daley;

She birdied right in front of

G,B,T,C and Ms. Haley.

 


Vivian and Val

  
 

 We Talked About Fedoras

Trophy Wives do shotguns

We're quite the staggered bunch.

We phoned in all our orders,

And scarfed down all our lunch.

We joined into a huddle

To pow wow at the tee.

Next Thursday when we're playing

We'll all be hanging free!

We talked about Fedoras,

Acupuncture, Rolfing.

Then taught ourselves a new game

We call 'Synchronized Golfing'.

We drove the ball a mile,

Addressed them with such glee.

Then hit the balls succinctly,

After counting 1 - 2 - 3!

Most of us were stymied.

Holes seemed longer than before.

But not our Gioconda...

She nailed an 84!

A Ballsy Trophy Wife

Trophy Wives have special balls,

They're all a hidden gem.

You'll know one when you find one,

TW is on them.

We've spread them all around the course

Without a second thought,

But if you think we searched for them,

We definitely did NOT!

When you stumble on one,

Treasure it for life.

It represents your standing,

As a ballsy Trophy Wife!

 

A Buggy Diet

Trophy Wives discriminate,

They watch what's in their diet.

So when a bug found Cheryle's mouth,

She opted just to try it!

Flinging bugs away from her,

Became a golfing art.

Until she went for trail mix,

That flew out of the cart!

Bonnie and Bailey

In Memory of Bailey

Trophy Wives have Trophy Dogs

That bring them pleasure daily.

But yesterday our Bonnie lost

Her Havanese named Bailey.

She made her mark quite valiantly

In strollers and on leash.

Parading at the 55th

While dining out on quiche.

In memory of Bailey,

As Chief I'd like to say,

We'll miss our precious Trophy Dog

Each and every day.

 

We Have Stories

Trophy Wives do parties

With cocktails and fine wine.

They lay in front of vases,

Just before they dine.

Some of us have princes,

And pageantry and pride.

As Chief reveals a history,

That most prefer to hide.

What brings us all together,

And makes this group unique,

Is learning that each one of us

Has “stories” so-to-speak.

No matter where life leads us,

We know one thing for sure;

The friendships that have joined us,

Forever will endure.

 

Alice and the Trophy Wives

Trophy Wives do movies

To avoid the blowing sand.

They dine out at "The Slice"

And see a girl in "Wonderland."

Alice...she slays Dragons,

She flies on top of hats.

Aligns herself with evil queens,

And Cheshire types of cats.

Alice makes a living

in her curious kind of life.

A life that seems a perfect fit

To be a Trophy Wife.

Her foursome is Mad Hatter;

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.

Versus ours with Bonnie; Carol;

Linda H. and Chiefly ME.

 

 

The End of Season One

Trophy Wives live everywhere

In states I shall not name.

And now there’s not enough of them

To play a Trophy game.

There are a few who stick around

The Country Club past May.

But I’m the Chief so listen up

To what I have to say.

We’re Trophy wives. We’re busy.

All we do is play.

But I will only lead you,

From February to May.

You’re on your own my fellow wives.

You know just what to do.

And I will share my rhymes once more

In season number two!

 



Pot-luck at Chief's House