by hedistuffLayopolis, West Virginia, USA
Jan 2011 507 Views 7 comments
fore!
I heard of a golfer named hedistuff
who's teeshots would always land in the rough
despite the tears that he cried
no matter how hard he tried
his very best was just never enough
who's teeshots would always land in the rough
despite the tears that he cried
no matter how hard he tried
his very best was just never enough
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Comments (7)
What he found made his heart all a-flutter
Rub-a-dub dub
'Twas an almost new club
A really fine second-hand putter.
I love golfing stories, cheers Hedistuff.
Regards
Fellsman
All other poetry's so assertive,
Hedistuff has real stuff,
I will make up rearguard,
Competition's on, I'm for it.
Who's T shots were beyond abidey
He sobbed and he cried
but what ever he tried
they always landed off sidey.
Your rhythm was a bit off, more practice...