Ode to the Ballwashers

There once was a League tried & true
Wearing golf shirts of red, white & blue
With a dog ever ready
And Brit always unsteady
We just wanted to golf, drink & screw.

The “Ballwashers” we made our name,
And then nothing was ever the same,
We enjoyed our wild life
Never focused on strife
“I’m a Ballwasher” we’d proudly proclaim!

There now is a League full of DoucheBags,
With less spirit than you’d find in used Bar Rags.
Their apathy’s clear
And some might be queer
Could their silence be due to their Ball-gags?

-Anonymous