Looking for a lost golf ball is a hunt on a course.
A golfer goes "Whack, crap!", and a skydiver goes " Crap, whack!".
A sixth sense
Nobody will look for them.
Cause it looked hotter than usual!
In the library of course. They're for shelf-defense.
The mare, of course
I'm game.
Don't go over the road till you see the zebra crossing.'
It made him shy!
One is a hunt on a course.