[eweissenbach]

Golf Poem




In My Hand I Hold A Ball,

White And Dimpled, Rather Small.

Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,

This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.

By Its Size I Could Not Guess,

The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.

But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,

I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.

My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,

Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.

It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,

A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry.

I Hate Myself And Want To Die.

It Promises A Thing Called Par,

If I Can Hit It straight And Far.

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 And Dies,

And Even 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 Only It Would Find The Hole.

It's 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.

[Ceafolks]

Oh so, so true.

[SALYBOW]

Love it ED

[Trayderjoe]

Excellent poem! Thanks for sharing.

[pooh]

Sooooo true......

Thanks, Ed.

[eweissenbach]

Originally Posted by Jackie4Jewelry

That was wonderful, did you write that? Do you mind if I email a copy to me golf buddy?

Jackie:coolsmiley

No, I am not nearly that creative. Copy at will - that's what I did!

[ugotme]

Oh if only it was not so true.

Great poem Ed.