Golfing Near a Gigantic Pond
Golfing Near A Gigantic Pond
or Old Deep and Wide
Why would you want to go down in history?
But to me it had all became a big mystery
As to why any weird women wave a wand
At a protruding golfer playing near a pond.
Obviously high over it he will have to shot
Even if he is an ardent audacious old coot
With some shorts clinging to his each thigh
For the women to see when they pass by.
Was heading towards hole, we think a nine
When someone said he was out of his mind
Trying to drive ball between two tall trees
Straight into stagnant air without breeze.
Between two trees ball would battle its way
Towards the gigantic green without delay
And only then to end up in a total mishap
By having hit ball into a deep sand trap.
Not only was the trap deep but also wide
So now DEEP AND WIDE started to chide
Golfer and since have offered him this name
Which has started improving his terrible game.
Shooting perilous par or less became obsessed
With new golf ball he had presently possessed
That could be driven by him 300 yards or more
His awful game has became one he does adore.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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