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Golf Humor Poetry:- Ode to the Fanatical Golfer (Part One)
   
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A Modern Lite In The Third World
Americans pride themselves on being the best, thats a fact. From McDonalds, to Coke, to Microsoft, to Hollywood, we have the best of everything. .....
He wanted golf to be experienced by all, Americans pride themselves on being the best, thats a fact. From McDonalds, to Coke, to Microsoft, to Hollywood, we have the best of everything. .....
And hoped his daughter would heed the call.
"C'mon!", he said. "You'll have a ball!"
"Why?", she asked. "Are we going to the mall?"
He'd often take his golf cart to work,
And all his co-workers there would smirk.
He didn't know why, and thought, "They're jerks!"
"How could they belittle such a perk?!"
His swing was big and grand, yet dopey,
He cried and cried when he made a bogey.
Kids thought, "What's wrong with this old fogey?"
He thought, "I'm not old. I sport a goatee."
He loved his old and tattered bag,
His caddie thought it was such a drag.
But he hated more "golf cart tag",
The golfer played with him, when he didn't move the flag!
Forever chasing the elusive par,
He'd hit the ball straight and far.
In the traps, his ball seemed stuck to tar!
He'd still be there, when "parking" had narrey a car!
He loved the smell of the "fresh-cut green",
But to him it proved such a fiend.
It's favor to him, was always lean!
Despite it's beauty, it could be so mean!
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At one moment, a life of activity consumed with enjoyable activities like biking, golfing, going to the movies, out to dinner. Then one day, its gone. Replaced .....
The point of golf? To put the ball in the hole.At one moment, a life of activity consumed with enjoyable activities like biking, golfing, going to the movies, out to dinner. Then one day, its gone. Replaced .....
You do that with a "curved-end' pole.
But the path, always guarded by a "troll",
Or maybe yet, some "ticked-off" mole!
He was never any good in the traps,
In fact, his "game" would always flap.
But to others, it seemed to sit on their laps,
While he was reduced to stomping his cap!
He'd read the "mags" to take his golf game higher.
He wanted the best ball--best putter---best driver.
Often going to his wife to borrow a "fiver",
She wouldn't budge. No matter how hard he tried to "jive" her!
To the links, early morning he'd often travel,
Sometimes his bathrobe and pajamas his only apparel.
Unfortunately, the knot would often unravel,
After jumping up and down at a lucky roll, he'd marvel!
Copyright 2005 by Kevin D. Rolle. All rights reserved.
My name is Kevin D. Rolle, and I have a site at
http://www.golf-humor-asylum.com which is dedicated to the humorous and comedic aspects of golf, which are displayed through a fresh, exciting golf comic strip, and my commentary. Thanks.