Golf On Sundays
I play golf on Sundays.
On fairway, I hit straight.
Hitting ball with iron clubs
ball soars high in air
It is such a sight to
watch it soar and land
at a spot you aimed for.
Pushing it for a putt
I put it in a cup with a flag
and try to win my match
with par or low count
such as gaining a bird.
A drink to mark finish
of a good occupation
along with your fourballs
is a satisfying finish.
26.7.2020
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2020
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