Birdies and Porkies

A young golfer came down from Finghall to play a complete round as a single. Then at the Friar's Head some tall tales he did spread as there among friends he did mingle. A veteran of the course at Akebar believed that this story went too far. To hole all those birdies just sounded like porkies to him and to all who propped up the bar. During the Covid restrictions one of our poetry group members started writing Limericks for local villages. We are building a collection, so this is my contribution.