The 'Golfer' Poem by Bryan Riley

She had taken some lessons,
and was practicing her swing.
I could tell from her stance
she had not learned a thing.

On her first try, she gouged
a big hole in the grass,
then spun 'round and
practically fell on her a**

Graceful display was not
hers for the taking;
I was laughing so hard,
I was practically shaking

In closing I will say
one thing without doubt-
the next time she swings,
she should yell,
'Worms, look out! '