Chap From Calcutta
There was an old chap from Calcutta,
Who bought a new wood as a putter.
‘A bogey?’ he coughed.
‘This green isn’t soft -’
And swallowed a ball in mid-splutter.
For Craig’s Golf limerick contest, 31st March
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