New Stock Arrival

A little rain couldn’t stop him. (Not even a sniffle). From flared up allergies (when exposed to the thistle). He’d fight through it while giving a whistle. Despite the fact, his nose would drizzle.

His love for golf was deep and fervent
Every golf store sale was considered urgent. He’d rush through the crowd…forget being a ‘gent’. To get there first was deeply entrenched.

”New stock on aisle twelve!”, reached the receiver. Like the world’s fastest track star, he ‘pulled the lever’. Others were running now, too. (The pitch reached fever). He’d chew up the competition like a deranged beaver!

Through the growing crowd, he’d bob and weave. The best selection, he had to retrieve.
Mean ways to trip these guys up, his mind would conceive ”Those shiny, new clubs are mine!”, is what he believed.

The aisle narrowed quickly. (The fit was tight). Good thing he had most guys there by height. ’Cause he knew that shortly, there could be a fight! ”Alright, man! Time to show your might!”