Golfing Poems - Poems about Golfing

As a non-golfing husband I revel at tales Of sunshine filled days chasing small balls, Some in the rough others in sand, All these brave girls fighting nature's pitfalls. I hear of the times the flock of wild ducks Hindered a drive that was perfectly hit, And what of those trees that magically moved With a subsequent shout 'I just want to...

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My brother is so obsessed with golf, he even struck the nose of poor Rudolph. Thursday, November 18, 2021 YOUR FUNNIEST COUPLET EVER Poetry Contest Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS...

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There was this Scots golfer Sir Percy Hoar Who dinged a poor bloke nigh hole number four This made the dude mighty sore And after Percy he tore ...

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Golf is a game for oldies, not anymore. Youngsters, women too have come to fore. Training hard in all routines. Hitting straight to greens, in least strokes; dream winning blokes. Through under par means of eagles and birdie queens. And ingenious shots not tried before. Golf is a game for oldies, not anymore. 15.7.2020...

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Taffy and I walk together finding golf balls in the heather. A true friend as we slog around a best partner so I have found. Wanting my dog to have a proper name in line with respect for this noble game. Named for rotund William Howard Taft a golfing president that sounded apt. Though a pedigree mongrel hound we share moments that are profound. Off...

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Well I just love me fishing with its peace and bloody quiet, I don’t have to worry ‘bout the ‘dickheads’ and I don’t have to fight. I can spend a week out on the river doing it with ease, and if I argue with a fish I only argue with the breeze. It is flamin’ golf that causes...

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Jars of shards laid across the greenest Of yards filled with holes meant for pars....

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A Golfing Lover Have remembered being golfing lover; His ball over stands did start to hover; Tiger told tale, Without fail; Hit someone and was hard to recover. Jim Horn...

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It was a marvelous day on the old fare-way as McGee wiggled up to the ball waving his putter, when Finn smartly uttered "Just hit it and cut with the stall" But 'ole McGee wanted to be in perfect form for this stroke So he wiggled again and, Then settled in In efforts that he might not choke Then turned to Finn and said...

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Golfing Is Great When Done Indoors How many ways would I have to count To finally come up with a fair amount That to tide me over would be enough If things got tough and ended up in the rough. Golf games are like a bear who is grizzly When outside it starts to become drizzly Guess what golfers and bless their...

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Golfing Near A Gigantic Pond or Old Deep and Wide Why would you want to go down in history? But to me it had all became a big mystery As to why any weird women wave a wand At a protruding golfer playing near a pond. Obviously high over it he will have to shot Even if he is an ardent audacious...

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Flock of Golfing Geese Haiku I have heard noise Of traffic that annoys Was it meant to be? Peace should be instead As in many poems I read Just like yours and mine. So what I suppose Water flowers with my hose Soon shall start to bloom. Make more room for me Whose golfing game seems to be Worst one in this world. Made golfers feel good I was...

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Can Love Golfing Game Haiku Golfing we will go On great course that we all know Will be fast not slow. Game is never grim Sand traps are a minimum And other obstacles. Broke a rule or two To liven up my haiku Bring it some justice. According to all Of my great calculations Handicap is low. Great golfers will be And then maybe you and me Can love our...

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When playing desert golf I parch easy Which then means I don’t get pars easy So when I am done I hide from the sun And play eighteen whole games of Parcheesi...

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When I went golfing with Sir Isaac Newton He hit tee shots that were not comput’in Though he struck balls sound They stayed on the ground Never making it to where he was shootin’ When we went inside to, have a tea He showed his disgust with, gravity I said, “That round went to pot Coz for each hole’s first shot For some reason...

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