In the grand court of the Ryder Cup, tempers aflame,
Dramatic day's end found no heroes to tame.
Long putt for American might, a victory claimed,
In the heat of battle, none left unmaimed.

In the land of Washington, brink of close call,
Polarization, a tempest, threatens to befall.
Held firm by the rebels, the GOP's stand,
Against the Democrat tide, like sea against sand.

Hearken to the expert, in long-distance stride,
A course 'gainst injury, he doth provide.
Marathon warriors, their miles to increase,
In the workout of safety, their pains to cease.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur