Golf Ball

Fred and Ted were crying hoarse, They wanted to be on the golf course.
Ted was an avid golfer, Fred was an amateur. Where Fred’s strike would land? You couldn’t really be sure.
Fred was lagging behind, While Ted was far ahead. When Ted was done playing, He had a golf ball on his head.
Dosage: Read aloud. Daily. ↺
Hand-drawn illustration for “Golf Ball” by Dr. Mukesh Nangia
Illustration by Dr. Nangia
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