Donna sent me an e-mail,
And in it she did say,
"I am going golfing,
So, I will be away.

Palmetto Hall Plantation,
Is calling out to us,
And as this trip is special,
I must not miss the bus.

Kristina, Susan, Donna,
Madelyn as well,
And several other ladies,
Whose names may ring a bell.

Now, Hilton Head's an island,
South Carolina State,
The old Oyster Factory,
Was where the locals ate.

But the Old Oyster Factory,
As far as I can tell,
Never had a group like this,
The "Golfing Girls from Hell."

The one to blame is our hostess,
She opened up her house,
"Till then this little island,
Was quieter than a mouse.

Then all these girls descended,
To play their golf en femme.
Pink tees and "flying ladies"
Would soon destroy the calm.

And slumber parties also,
Were on the planning list.
But these were slumber parties,
That had another twist.

Theses "girls" are all transgendered,
And out to have some fun.
To wear their pretty dresses,
And golf out in the sun.

Now, Hilton Head's an island,
Off Carolina State,
A little north of Georgia, 
And this I can relate.

The ladies thanked Miss Cashin,
Who said, "I'm glad you came."
And Hilton Head, the island,
Will never be the same.

Janey Lang
2nd.Feb