At a Garage Sale
At a Garage Sale
Wish my golf energy was tough enough
To keep me from ending up in the rough
Each time I am heading for the green
And caught in some trap in between.
Great golf game is what I had in mind,
But when I ended up so far behind
Thought came to me I was about to croak
Each time that I had taken another stroke.
Not only that things looked terribly dismal
All of my game ended up being abysmal
Told everyone about my high handicap
Said it all sounded like a total mishap.
After last stroke some people started to say
Golf game again I should never, ever play
So I ended up back home and without fail
Gave my golf things away at a garage sale.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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