Genie on the Green

Yeah. Young George was a swinger with irons and flair.

Practicing drives in the warm evening air. But one mighty wallop went tragically

wide. And smashed through a window the other side. He dashed to

the door with a feeling of guilt. And stepped through the glass and

the dust it had spilt. On the couch sat a man, obese and serene.

In robes of silk and a turban of green. Who the hell are you?

Asked George quite alarmed. I'm the genie who freed, no need to

be charmed. You cracked my old lamp with your golfing assault. So you get