Eighteen Holes Poem by John Sensele

Eighteen Holes

Rating: 5.0


Tee off in grand style on a green
Course and focus on your golf task
Where records tumble in a wondrous win.

Wood or iron clubs use to mean
Serious business as hot tea simmers in a flask.
Tee off in grand style on a green.

Swing your body left to right despite the din
Mumbled by a heckler in a mask
Where records tumble in a wondrous win.

Play your best golf to make the cut as the dean
Of your club questions needn't ask.
Tee off in grand style on a green.

Subtle game is all you need. Don't embarrass your twin
Sister as it's not in your nature in expletives to bask
Where records tumble in a wondrous win.

To attempt to enter a golf club collarless is a sin
Punishable by an eighteen-hole arduous task.
Tee off in grand style on a green
Where records tumble in a wondrous win.

Friday, April 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poems
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subhas Chandra Chakra 22 April 2016

Subtle game is all you need. Don't embarrass your twin Sister as it's not in your nature in expletives to bask Where records tumble in a wondrous win. To attempt to enter a golf club collarless is a sin Punishable by an eighteen-hole arduous task. Tee off in grand style on a green Where records tumble in a wondrous win. Nice stanzas. I enjoyed reading this poem. 10 for it.

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