Ode To The Fanatical Golfer
Love Of The Game
He wanted golf to be experienced by all,
And hoped his daughter would heed the call.
“C’mon,”he said. “You’ll have a ball!”
“Why?,” she asked. “Are we going to the mall?”
He’d often take his golf cart to work,
And all his co-workers there would smirk.
He didn’t know why, and thought, “They’re jerks!”
How could they belittle such a PERK?
His swing was big and grand, (yet dopey).
He cried and cried when he made a bogey.
Kids thought, “What’s wrong with that old fogey?!”
He thought, “I’m not old……I sport a GOATEE!”
He loved his old and tattered golf bag.
His caddie thought it was such a drag.
But he hated more, ‘golf cart tag’…
The golfer played with him when he forgot to move the flag.
Forever chasing the elusive par.
He’d hit the ball straight and far.
In the traps, his ball seemed ‘stuck to tar’,
He’d still be there when ‘parking’ had nary a car!
Copyright 2007 by Kevin D. Rolle. (All rights reserved).