When life stinks,
I hit the links.
Slice and drive,
I feel alive.
Ball on tee -
Look at me.
Swing, pivot -
Ugh, divot!
Swing again
On hole ten.
Down fairway,
All the way.
On the green,
No windscreen.
Roll in cup...
Hurry up.
Hole in one?
This is fun!
When life stinks,
I hit the links.
Awesome poem and a great performance!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joe! A hole-in-one would be awesome. =)
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