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Array ( [sid] => 124848 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The artless golfer [time] => 2006-08-24 12:21:36 [hometext] => [bodytext] => As I walked out, upon the green
Ball and tee in hand
I took the driver from the bag
Then I made my stand

Off it went into the blue
A magnificent thing to see
The driver is still missing
While the ball sits on the tee!

The crowds all stood in silence
This had not been seen before
The judges all just shook their heads
And added six shots to my score.

Now the next hole it was different
As I took my swing
Some dived into the bunkers
And phoned their next of kin

I lined up for the next hole
They said it was par three
Then I shot an albatross
And it landed in the sea

An eagle was flying overhead
When my next shot hit a tree
The ball shot up into the air
Now the eagles in Dundee

I placed the ball upon the tee
A birdie turned it back
A lump appeared within its throat
When I gave that ball a whack

The moral of this story
If you, play golf with me
To play your shot in safety
Then hide behind a tree

I headed for the nineteenth hole
As people stood their ground
You must never come back here
They said! To play another round
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 7 [informant] => geordie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
The artless golfer

Contributed by geordie on Thursday, 24th August 2006 @ 12:21:36 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



As I walked out, upon the green
Ball and tee in hand
I took the driver from the bag
Then I made my stand

Off it went into the blue
A magnificent thing to see
The driver is still missing
While the ball sits on the tee!

The crowds all stood in silence
This had not been seen before
The judges all just shook their heads
And added six shots to my score.

Now the next hole it was different
As I took my swing
Some dived into the bunkers
And phoned their next of kin

I lined up for the next hole
They said it was par three
Then I shot an albatross
And it landed in the sea

An eagle was flying overhead
When my next shot hit a tree
The ball shot up into the air
Now the eagles in Dundee

I placed the ball upon the tee
A birdie turned it back
A lump appeared within its throat
When I gave that ball a whack

The moral of this story
If you, play golf with me
To play your shot in safety
Then hide behind a tree

I headed for the nineteenth hole
As people stood their ground
You must never come back here
They said! To play another round




Copyright © geordie ... [ 2006-08-24 12:21:36]
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Re: The artless golfer (User Rating: 1 )
by alasdaircairns on Thursday, 24th August 2006 @ 12:49:53 PM AEST
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Haha. The poetic golfer. very funny indeed. Churchills waste of a good walk analogy would be wasted on your prowess-pure entertainment-your poem AND your golf by the sound of things :)




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