Best Mulligan Poems
Well, here I am sitting on the golf course
Watching the fireworks display overhead
Yes, I know I'm not as big as a horse
But at least one golfer I have misled
“Kerplunk" came the ball, bouncing off my shell
Casting it deep in the adjoining woods
That’s when I heard someone yell, “Mulligan”
They ran toward the golfer like a band of hoods
I was wondering how they knew my name
As they all ran toward the errant golf ball
And then banished the golfer from their game
Without asking if my shell had been mauled
There’s much food to be found on the golf course
So I still traverse many a fairway
But it never ceases to surprise me
How my name’s called when e’er balls go astray
Luckily my shell is hard as granite
Golf ball injuries I never sustain
So my Mulligan family moved here
Friendly golfers already know our name
Wikipedia definition of "Mulligan" - In golf, a mulligan is a stroke that is replayed from the spot of the previous stroke without penalty, due to an errant shot made on the previous stroke. The result is, as the hole is played and scored, as if the first errant shot had never been made. This practice is disallowed entirely by strict rules and players who attempt it or agree to let it happen may be disqualified from sanctioned competitions.
Alice Mulligan hailed from Killsoul
A red head who had a strange role
A brothel, she ran
Till one day a strange man
Sent Miss Mulligan right up the pole.
She couldn't believe her bad luck
She thought she'd managed to duck
An enormous ********
Escaped her protection
Poor Alice, she just ran amuck.
Day by day our Alice grew bigger
T'was a mystery who was the trigger
Now her business was finished
And Alice diminished
Thus ending her vim and her vigour.
entry for Deborah Guzzi's Limerick competition A young man who came from
~Dunkirk
Anyone might have
what you need if she's
choice in your eye.
She can be big or small
provided she has
the substance and form
that appeal to you
in your mountain chalet.
You’re happy although
no one knows why
but you’re willing to pay
a price that once meant
payments for life.
You'd take a vow that
once meant forever.
Now if it doesn't work,
you can take a mulligan
and look for another.
Donal Mahoney
four families conspire for success
one left standing
the other three beggar their neighbors for a mulligan
didnt you hear the world was ending?
just want it over
and over
this is where i live
wonderful life, but dont tell me that
I'm not supposed to be here
abracadabra never made me dissapear
beautiful when a plan comes together
never trust my selfrighteous suicide
what are we fighting over
success
the shift of power
who is to be the last one standing
the truth of why we say god save the queen
and whose paying who with what stairway
to ensure all life lessons learned are squeaky
greasy
pass me the dice
its my turn to look the snake in the eyes
waiting for my moment to pull the wool off the wolf
and devour the lamb
the drier keeps eating my socks
but somewhere where i am im not
lost my mind, trading it all for marbles
ready to cash in
anyone left at the table knows the rules
i'll huff and i'll bluff
and martyr myself til you remember
wont work this way anyway
three faces under the stairs
trick you this way til you catch on in your deja vous war tactic
then break the mould with a supposed chaos carriage for two
yesterday came and went
today the sun sets
my mind calming
tomorrow there will be no more stormy weather
but dont listen to me
im no weather man
mulligan
Can we start over
before the last curtain falls
flip the reset switch