Horn Outstanding Haiku
Be A Better Putter
Be A Better Putter
Was with naughty iron that is a nine,
Which some say has become benign;
Balls seem to be slow as molasses;
Do need to take many more classes.
From golf course she would be cut;
Played never learning how to putt,
And you should see her terrible scar,
Received for not ever making par.
Received setback and major mishap,
When ball would end up in sand trap,
And occurred a complete catastrophe;
Drove ball hard from tee into a tree.
To avoid all of the trash and clutter,
She then tried to buy a better putter;
Terrible putts did drive us all insane;
On course brain and golf bag remain.
Jim Horn
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