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Ode To Golf

Ode To Golf Poem

In my hand I hold a ball

White and dimpled, rather small

Oh, how bland it does appear,

Confused By Golf
This harmless looking little sphere.

By his size I could not guess

The awesome strength it does possess;

My life has not been quite the same

Since I chose to play this game.

It rules my mind for hours on end.

A fortune it has made me spend.

It has made me curse and cry

I hate myself and want to die

I am promised a thing called ‘par’

If I can hit it straight and far.

Gopher Golf

To master such a tiny ball

Should not be very hard at all.

But my desires the ball refuses

And does exactly as it chooses

It hooks and slices, dribbles, dies

and disappears before my eyes.

Often it will have a whim

To hit a tree or take a swim.

With miles of grass on which to land

It finds a tiny patch of sand.

Then has me offering up my soul

If it will just drop in the hole.

Its made me whimper like a pup,

and swear that I will give it up

And take to drink to ease my sorrow.

But “The Ball” knows...

I’ll be back...tomorrow.

19th Hole of Golf

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