Par

i'm not
a golfer
but i can
quietly report

on this 
sport
without 
knowing

any thing
that involves
my balls keeps
me very alert

and then to
combine my
wood not an
iron though

i love to putt
and put my
balls into
her cups

but i've got
to consult
with my
caddie

not that 
there's
a three
some

going on
but her
sug
gestion

was just go in
and hold on to
yourself allowing
to give and get

a
bit of
a little
death
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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