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.
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