Today’spoem

A young woman who joined a golf club Thought lessons a good idea. So she booked a course for seven days And bought all the latest gear. On the seventh day, Jim, her instructor, Said: ‘Christine, what do you think? You have done very well this past week, Let’s celebrate with a drink.’ Christine agreed, so they met that night At a nearby village pub. They got on very well, but got a bit drunk, Then went on to a club. Jim the instructor fancied Christine, So suggested going back to his flat. He’d recently split with his girlfriend, And all he had now was his cat. Christine looked slightly sheepish and said: ‘There’s something you should know. I must tell you a secret about myself As our friendship begins to grow. I’m not a woman at all, I’m just A man who likes to dress up. I am a transvestite who works in the clubs By the name of Buttercup.’ Jim nearly choked on his whisky, He said: ‘That’s disgusting and wrong. I’ve spent seven full days alongside you, And you’ve been lying all along.’ ‘Oh, come on, Jim,’ said Christine, ‘These are modern, tolerant times. Men dress up as women all the time In the yearly pantomimes.’ He said: ‘That doesn’t concern me at all, You dress just how you please. What I find is just unforgiveable — You’ve been playing off the ladies’ tees!’ Norman J. Myson, Burnham-on-Crouch, Essex.