Trophy Wives Season 4, 2012-2013
Welcome To Season Number Four!
Trophy Wives, I welcome you,
To Season number Four.
All summer long, I thought of you;
The wives that I adore.
I hope you all are rested;
Pampered, primped, and prudent.
Professionally speaking…
I’m not looking for a student.
You all should know your shit by now.
Four years is no small feat.
You’re polished and professional;
A group that can’t be beat.
So get out on the golf course.
Display your vogue y’ flair.
And usher into season four,
Suave and debonair!
Jolly Polly
Trophy's are a jolly bunch.
They kick off with a Polly lunch.
Of bow tie pasta, spinach, nuts,
That satisfied our hungry guts.
We loved the spring-shut auto drawers.
Sub-zero fridge and space galore.
We'd like to make our kitchens new,
If we could play like Polly too!
Trophy All The Way
Trophy Bells, Trophy Bells
Trophy all the way
Oh what fun it is to golf
On the courses on Thursday eh!
Trophy Bells, Trophy Bells
Trophy all the way
Oh what fun it is to golf
On the courses on Thursday.
Dashing through the trees
In a four wheel driven cart
Bending both our knees
Tee shots are an art.
Bells on golf shoes ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is on Trophy Days
And also Trophy Nights.
Oh, Trophy Bells, Trophy Bells
Trophy all the way
Oh what fun it is to golf
On the courses on Thursday.
Cut Me Some Slack!
Trophy Wives are patient
They cut their chief some slack.
But if her poems aren't on time
They just may not come back!
Whether The Weather
Trophy wives are weather wise,
We're weary weather waiters.
While wind wreaks havoc wistfully;
We watch through windows listlessly;
We pass the time so blissfully,
As wicked weather passes.
Clever To A Tee
Trophy Wives are clever.
They're clever to a tee.
A tee with tits up on them,
A golfing novelty!
No man would play without them.
They'd love to tee up these.
I know just what to call them...
TT's Trophy Tease!
Trophy Cleanse!
Trophy wives use cleansing bars
To clean their pretty face.
They also seek out Western bars,
To line dance in one place.
Colonics or a three month cleanse
Require more restraint.
Asking us to pass on wine
And peanuts....Well.... We ain't!
Our Val has super powers...
We only WISH we had.
Then again, we're Trophy Wives,
And we love being BAD!
So choosing to be cleanly,
Or give up cocktail hour;
Requires us to call upon
Enormous trophy power.
Some of us could do it.
Most of us could not.
We'll settle for the faces
And intestines that we got!
A Trophy Mystery
Trophy Wives are mystery.
Last weeks game is history.
Sorry I missed all the fun.
This week is another one.
Send an email rapidly,
And I will make a time for tee!
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| Carol, Tracey and Laurie |
Big Shots!
Trophy wives will valiantly,
Take on some big shots on our tee.
We vehemently disagree,
That they should play between our three.
But once the game was underway,
We weren't delayed by pace of play.
The geese behaved like they were clay.
It's time for them to fly away!
Jo; Ardella; Sandy; Sue;
We'd all be rich if not for you.
But graciously we pay our due,
And hope next week we're paired with you!
Joanne and Cheryle
Trophy Valentine's
Trophy wives are Valentines.
Note the two in pink.
While they were sinking all their putts
The others, well...
They stink!
Val, Polly, Joanne
Ardella, Sandy, Tracey
Things That Poke!
Trophy wives hold useful things,
In pants and in a skirt.
A ball mark, tee or tissues;
Some poke through and can hurt.
Our garments are important.
They give us lots of clout.
But only when they're on us,
And never when they're out!
Laurie, Joanne and Susan
Trophy Tree Trouble
Trophy Wives love nature.
Breezy flowing trees.
Palm leaves egging all our balls to
'Come and rest here please'!
The trunks of eucalyptus,
So galant and so tall;
Make target practice tempting,
When teeing up a ball.
We have no shot behind them.
Instead we scream and shout.
The rough that rests beside them,
No shot could get us out!
If Trophy's have their druthers,
The course would still have trees.
But we would redesign them,
To move them as we please!
Polly
Polly Wins A Golden Tree
Trophy Wives..... It's time to cheer:
Polly is our champ this year!
She grossed a mere two eighty eight.
She hit them straight and she looked great!
Fuller, Elting, Stringer too,
Were on the course with 'you know who.'
For three days we tried NOT to choke.
We searched for balls to save a stroke.
We took some triples, took some quads;
Showed off all our Trophy bods.
Learned the rules of yellow stakes.
Made a bunch of dumb mistakes.
In the end we persevered.
Our Trophy talent reappeared.
Chief took gross at number three,
And Polly won a golden tree!
Laurie, Suzann Pettersen, Mike
The Kraft
Trophy Wives are Krafty
At puttin' on the Ritz.
And now our club has golfing pros
That bring a little glitz!
It could present a challenge,
But Trophy's never yield.
Especially when mini skirts,
Are playing on our field!
Let's show them we've still got it.
The "Trophy Wife's" appeal.
And one day when they're young like us,
They'll know how Trophy's feel!
Leave behind the Wheat Thins,
Oreo's and Triscuits.
If so inclined, indulge yourself,
In fat-free Teddy biscuits!
Ardella and Val @ The Nest
Paper Shoes
Trophy Wives fill big big shoes
With paper towels and socks.
Problem solving one-oh-one
Is how a cool Chief rocks.
She dresses up for parties.
Has many lofty goals.
But when it comes to golfing shoes,
She has no inner soles!
But get a bunch of soulful wives
Together in a room,
Give them dirty Tini's
And watch them VaVa Voom!
A shout out to Ardella
For fifty some-odd years.
We celebrate your youth and ours,
With mega Trophy cheers!
Ardella
Shapely Wives
Trophy Wives, you're fabulous!
As good as any Pro.
I've watched these girls for three days now,
And as your Chief, I know.
I know you're so much hotter,
And shapelier then they...
Our abs are just as flat as theirs,
Certain times of day.
Like when we're lying flat in bed
And sucking in our air.
We close our eyes and we just know,
Our abs will soon be there.
Do not despair my lovely wives,
For even if we shed
A pound or two while working out,
They can't beat us in bed!
Polly, Carol, Cheryle, Laurie, Tracey,Joanne, Val, Susan, Vivian
Trophy's Know Decor
Trophy Wives love Spring time
When blossoms give off scenty:
Polly's fresh baked lemon cake;
And Carol's Good and Plenty!
We spend the round critiquing
Neighbors' chosen home decor.
We're experts on their furnishings,
Wood finishes, and floors.
Impeccably creative;
We know the perfect look.
We know the perfect look.
Next season we should give up golf
And write a Trophy book!
Vivian and Polly
Viv is Back
Trophy Wives, let's celebrate....
Our Vivian is back!
Recovered, rested, ravishing;
Ready and on track.
The "Reggie" cart came screeching by,
And Viv was spreading cheer,
Announcing to her fellow wives,
"I'm better and I'm here!"
Too bad the season's ending now,
Whisking wives away.
I wish you all a fond farewell,
And send you on your way!
posted by Tracey Fuller @ 9:49 AM
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