Best Tee Poems
Ever so silent wind with its calm
the nature of the day is brilliant
Anticipation of performance consumes your
thoughts one two three and the spot light shifts
The weight of everyone’s eyes seem to mushroom
on your approach and the most minute sounds
become ever so present.
Hoping your body will remember
you take your last gasp of air
All you can do at this point
is pray for something respectable
As your eyes ascend and gaze
down the fairway you exhale
For this time you have escaped
Ever so silent wind with its calm
the nature of the day is brilliant
-KR-
Standing on the tee, driver in hand.
Deciding where, my ball needs to land!
Once the ball's in flight,
if I've hit it right,
it will end up, quite near, where I planned!
3/22/13
When out golfing and ready to tee
I sometimes feel a strong urge to pee
With no bathrooms near by
I throw my golf club high
While I run to find the nearest tree
10/12/19
(This was originally written for and inspired by Jan's " A Poem for the Ladies"-collaboration)
This tee shirt is very bright
When you see it,fills you with delight
It's not extra large nor is it wide
The laundry detergent I use is tide
So whenever you see it be happy with glee
Because im the onlyone with this yellow tee
THE COYOTEE SONG
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Ridin' my pinto, out on the prairie.
I'm Roundin' up these longhorn, all day long,
Me and my pinto, and my rusty six-gun.
I love a floosie from Philly.
She got some eyes, that really turn me on.
She plays with all the cowboys all night long,
Guess I'll shoot myself with my rusty six-gun.
Sing me a sad song Coyote!
Sing a sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! Coyote!
Sing your sad song for me.
I'm just a poor lonesome cowboy.
Livin life in my Levys til its done.
I know that floosie won't remember my name,
But I'll always have my old rusty six-gun.
Sing me a sad song Coyote!
Sing a sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! Coyote!
Sing your sad song for me.
I love your howlin, but your sound is as sad as can be.
If I had my druthers, I'druther have that floosie sing to me.
Sing me a sad song Coyote!
Sing a sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! Coyote!
Sing your sad song for me.
Yippy-Ki-Yo! coyote!
Yippy-KiYo! For me!
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
aka Ron Wilson
Badger had a peaceful evening planned, no lie or ruse.
Sitting by the fire, imbibing on a spot of beetle juice.
He was relaxing in the most comfortable, darling way.
When a fluttering in the room made hairs on his arms say….
What is going on? Who is here in my house?
He knew it could not be a rabbit, cat, horse or a mouse.
It was something with wings, not large, vole-sized at the most.
Ooohhhh Ooohhhh wailed a voice, it was from a friendly ghost.
Why are you here? The badger asked. Why are you haunting me?
The ghost laughed with a tinkle, she was named Miss Tee Hee.
I thought you needed company. Let’s play charades, Mr. Bun.
This annoyance would have been worse if she had been less fun.
Touch it of the taste and torch it
Tinges and tingles ties the tongue
It's tough the tease. It's torcher
Trust the tasty truth
It's ten to tick of the tock
Thirteen times then touch
Twist the tinsel town to
Thrice try to tame the tide
The tiger tells the tale
Try and try time to tell
Tisk tisk tisk the ticking
The tock time to tally
Tooth to tail
SATIE heightened pauses interval the chord
she eats with one hand --
I see a small head searching
under her huge tee
IMAGISM exact enunciation sans adjectivial disclosure
CEZANNE tasteful tahiti timeout
PICASSO exceptional eclectic expositionals
LOWRY stylised matchstick mensch
BETHOVEN genuine. german genius
MINIMALIST miniturised monostich monoku