This Be The Game Of Golf Poem by Kris Viscardini
This Be The Game Of Golf
They muck you up your hook and slice
they may not mean to but they do
they fill your head with evil thoughts and vice
and add some extra just for you
Each errant stroke compounds the misery
deepening like a coastal shelf
get out as early as you can
don't have a go - protect yourself
With thanks to Philip Larkin 'This be the verse'
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
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