Larry Buddin

Golf Tees Lament - Poem by Larry Buddin

Golf tees on my dresser
Golf tees in my bed
Golf tees on my pillows
Where they poke me in my head

Golf tees in my closet
Falling from my shirts and pants
Golf tees along the baseboards
Just like army ants

Golf tees in the carpet
And underneath my feet
Golf tees lined up on the mantle
Oh, they look so neat

Golf tees in my couch
And in my back and thighs
When I sit and watch TV
I feel those little guys

Golf tees in the kitchen
In Jurassic coffee mugs
Sometimes when I pass them
They look like prehistoric bugs.

Golf tees in the bathtub
Like sailors on plastic ships
Golf tees in her make-up
Like little bald q-tips.

Golf tees in the attic
Golf tees in the shed
Golf tees, golf tees everywhere
I wonder where they bred?

Golf tees out the backdoor
Like Hansel-and-Gretel's trails
Golf tees in the flowerbeds
Among the mulch and snails

Golf tees in my car
And underneath the mats
Golf tees in the backseat
Like little baseball bats

But when I am at the golf course
I ask my partner, like a louse…
'May I borrow some of your tees? '
'I left mine at the house! '

Topic(s) of this poem: Golf

Comments about Golf Tees Lament by Larry Buddin

  • Rookie Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (1/27/2008 11:01:00 PM)


    Thankfully my husband doesn't golf. But I can very much picture this scene.

    Funny and well-done,

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 24, 2015

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