Trophy Wives, Season 7, 2015-2016

Vivian, Chief, Val, Sandy, Diane, Susan, Ardella, Laurie

Trophy Wives I Welcome You

To Season # 7

I Wonder if I'll still rhyme words

In Season #11

Birdie Juice

Trophy Wives drink birdie juice;

Baileys, Cinnamon Jack.

It tastes so good, you wish you could

Get birdies back-to back.

The foursome with the 'F' names

Albeit Francis, Freko

Sank a bunch of one putts,

That made their foursome drunko!

Chef Chief 

Trophy Wives I'm so confused

Poetically, I'm in a snooze.

Too tired to create a rhyme

It's taking up my cooking time.

My brisket braising hour six

Latkas in the fridge to fix.

Candles burning rather low.

This Jewish Chief

Has got to go!

Christmas Groove

Trophy Wives, you're on the move,

To activate your Christmas groove.

You're perfect. You need not improve.

In gifting, you are very smooth.

I approve. Make your move.

But...

Please come back next year my dear.

Your Chief awaits you here.

You clear?

Skin Deep

Trophy Wives are fortunate.
We golf without a care.
While sunshine tans our flawless skin,
And streaks our golden hair.

If this were true,
Then why am I
Beholden to a doc,
Who carves me out in tiny spots
Putting me in shock!

Shock, because I'm aging.
Shock, because I'm grey.
Shock, because I do not see
My image in this way.

Reminding me of years gone by,
While basking in the sun.
Regrettably, I have to say,
I wished I'd never done.

Tracey, Feb. 3, 2016 Toscana CC South Course, 93 yards, 9-iron

Hole-in-One

Trophy Wives, I missed my chance
To toast my hole-in-one.
Instead I rather hastily
Ran off to have no fun.

I sat with stinky hair dye
Beneath a dome of heat.
When all I really wanted 
Was to toast my little feat.

To beautify with hair dye.
Is not what I call fun.
I guess this means I'll have to make
Another hole-in-one!

Ball Toss

Trophy Wives 

Toss balls in air,

With Jonsies fancy 

Throwing flair.

They settle 

softly in tall grass.

Determining,

Who will alas...

Be partners in the 

Par point class,

Where golfers wish 

To kick your ass,

And win,

Three lousy bucks! 

Dianne, What a finish, Cook