Fore! Poem by Manager Poet

Golf lessons taught her well before playing a round.
She pulls out a tee, then pushes it tnto the ground.
Carefully, she now places the ball upon the tee.
Focusing on the target before setting the ball free.
She swings the club in one smooth motion.
Ignited, the ball takes off with such devotion.
Most would recognize this shot was grand.
The ball travels searching for a place to land.
Hark, the ball lands solidly on the green.
Look at that she says, I'm still the queen.
She's so excited she's six feet from the cup.
Preparing to put, she doesn't bother to look up.
She takes the shot and off the ball rolls.
Time seems to slow down as it approaches the hole.
One more line and then this duffer poet is through.
She's finally found happiness and a birdie too!