Golf Widows
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What is it, this royal and ancient game
that gets in your blood and under your skin?
That invites in men’s hearts a peaceful aim
till you shank one and your head starts to spin.
Not just a game for sadists and man-boys
though it helps if misery becomes you -
new graphite, titanium and steel toys
vex me slowly but what am I to do?
I am hooked, addicted to the flagged green,
and no persuasion can my fix deny -
no finer joy (with pants on) has there been
but take my wife before my clubs or die!
To all you widows who mourn us at play
hear this…it’s the fairway or the highway.
Written: September 2004
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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