When my Doctor asked me If I led an active life
I told him about my day:
"Well, yesterday afternoon, I waded across the edge
of a deep lake, barely escaped from a wild pig in
the heavy brush, marched along a treacherous trail up
and down a mountain, stood in a patch of poison ivy,
crawled out of quicksand, and barely escaped jumping
away from an aggressive brown snake."
Inspired by my story, the Doctor said, "You must be an
"No," I replied, "I'm just a shitty golfer."