I couldn’t figure out what to do with this particular phrase, so I decided to try my hand at writing a limerick. It isn’t going to win any international poetry contests, but I’m giving myself creativity points for this one!

The young man from Cutter’s a putter,
Whose swing cuts the air just like butter.
His golf cart parts the crowd
As they all shout aloud,
“Hooray for the young man from Cutter!”

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