Best Putter Poems

Be A Better Putter

Was with naughty iron that is a nine,
Which some say has become benign,
That balls seemed slow as molasses;
Did need to take a...

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Golf Putter That Did Sputter 

Have naughty eight iron and a nine
That are starting to become benign;
My small balls were slow as molasses;
Did decide to...

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I really am a golfer 
And let me tell you why
Its only when I swing a club
I really feel alive

I really am a golfer 
And...

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It was in the mists of morning, beneath the rising morning sun,
We had come to conquer Ft. Langley, It was me and Al and John.
We...

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What a great day for golf in the middle of Fall,
feeling quite chipper I drew a smile on my ball.
My confidence rose as I stepped...

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When I grow old
My body not yet cold
But the brown of my eyes
Turns to gray

I will wear a large hat
When I patrol through
My garden and...

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The player inside


As one stands on the first tee
a straightforward start with pumping heart
should be easy enough for me he he
with an arch of the...

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The best love affair of my life
Was the time I spent with another man’s wife
You would be surprised to know it
For I never involved in...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this...

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The was a young golfer whose mother
Constantly around him would flutter.
All over each green,
Her antics were seen,
Until he thumped her with his putter!

2 April 2013....

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They all heard him say in Calcutta,
addressing the ball, with his putter,
"Before we begin,
I'd quite like to win,
so please, pop it in," he would mutter.

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For...

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Together we are like crisp morning snow and dry sooty oil poured onto the ground in our different ways. I putter around the home like...

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A Welsh New Year

The night's dark shadow 
creeps softly over the sky. 
Dark, soft fingers pull slowly at the light, 
fully engulfing it into it's...

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Brassie For A Lassie

Was great at Golf when she played;
In two drives ball on green than laid;
Was done by a good looking lassie;
Instead of putter...

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bouncing balls settle
pulling out my putter club
i wonder the game...

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