Joke

Bart and Andrew were playing golf, and, teeing off, Bart sliced to the left and sent his ball flying into the rough. Going after it, he found the ball nestled in a field of buttercups.

Taking out his Nine-Iron, Bart started thrashing away at the buttercups, looking for his ball. Suddenly Bart heard a woman's voice behind him. "What are you doing?"

Turning, he saw a lovely young woman dressed in a flowing white gown and a wreath of red roses around her head. Bart said, "What's it any of your business?"

The woman replied, "I am Mother Nature, and henceforth, for what you have done to my Buttercups, You will become deathly sick for a full day whenever you eat Butter."

With that the woman faded into a sunbeam and vanished. Astonished, Bart stumbled from the rough to find his partner and tell him what had just happened. Calling for Andrew, he heard his friend reply, "I'm over here, looking for my ball."

"Where? I can't see you!"

"In the Pussywillows."

Bart screamed at the top of his lungs. "Christ, whatever you do don't swing your club!"