Going hard out

On a summer afternoon, I trace the steps I have taken so many times before to the golf course. I tee off from hole 1. I drive, pitch, chip and putt my path to my second hole.
Again I drive, pitch, chip, Powerade break, putt, almost an exact replica of the first hole. On the last 18th hole,  the starve of my tummy drives me home.

                                                 By Max Johnson

I'm a three wheeled motorbike

I am a three wheeled motorbike,

 each wheel for a purpose.

I am in my house,

cozy and warm.

I am $50, 

chi-ching making money.

I am a orange, 

pumping kids to their full momentum.

I am a burger,

with heaps of bacon.

I am jeans,

dirty and rusty.

Ko  Max  ahau