There once was man from Annapolis, Whose par-3 game was quite hapless, He played and he played, One never he made Which made his life quite disastrous. Then one summer day, Mike Hantke did play, In the tournament known as Davidus, He searched for his cart, disappointed to see, No name for he, but one Mike Kantke. Given cigars and sent on his way, He would find his fate that very day. For when he stepped upon the tee, Where the golf Gods knighted he, He made his swing, the ball took flight, ‘twas soon to land and drop from sight. A hole-in-one to his delight! The witnesses cheered and called for more beer, For a legend was born, “Ace Kantke,” this year. Congratulations Ace Kantke!