Short Putts Poems
Short Putts Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Putts by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Putts by length and keyword.
Square Golf Ball
If ever a golf ball were to be square
It would dither, neither go here nor there
Lofted shots it will resist
Putts, it may surely assist
New Golf rules too, difficult to declare.
24.4.2020...
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Categories:
putts, golf,
Form:
Limerick
Five Fabulous Fun Footles
THE DUFFER
Clyde Rolf
Played golf
In rough
That's tough
Mishap
Sand trap
Putts missed
He's pissed
So far
No par
Entry for Jan Allison's "Five Fabulous Fun Footles" Contest
(22 Oct 2016)...
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Categories:
putts, golf, humorous,
Form:
Footle
Rolf Plays Golf
Clyde Rolf
Played golf
First nine
Went fine
Next nine
Not fine
He muffs
In roughs
Sand trap
Oh crap
Tough break
In lake
Bad hook
In brook
Blew putts
Some klutz
Hurled putter
In gutter
O'er par
By far
Disgust
He cussed
Clubhouse
To souse...
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Categories:
putts, golf, humorous,
Form:
Footle
Weekend Duffer
Randolph
Tried golf
Paid fees
Bought tees
Teed off
Pals scoff
Drive muff
In rough
Balls lost
They cost!
Oh crap
Sand trap!
Putts bad
Gets mad!
More flubs
Breaks clubs!
So far
No par
Played poor
No more!
Club house
To souse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired...
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Categories:
putts, golf, humorous,
Form:
Footle
Women Drivers
WOMEN DRIVERS
The trouble with women drivers
with all of their if’s, ands, and butts
is that when they are driving for distance
they lose all their delicate touch
thinking the faster they get there
will cause all the others to blush
but no one cares how well they drive
as long as they make their putts.
John G. Lawless
2/15/2015...
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Categories:
putts, golf, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Your Guess Is As Good As Mine
IN A STATE OF HYPERDIMWITTEDNESS SPREAD OUT FROM THE DARK ABYSS
SO I CHILL
MOTION SICKNESS HYPERTHORMAL SO I GOT A COLD
STRANDED BETWEEN TWO NEGATIVE PULLS
THREADED IN A BEAM OF LIGHT
SO I FIGHT
BRANDED SCARED AND WIRED TO THE MAX
SO I LAY ON MY BACK
DISSAPAITING ANTICIPATING NEVER RELAXATING
PUTTS ME IN THE MIND OF STUPIDITY
HI YALL MY NAME IS AUTRY
I THINK I AM A POET
MAYBE I JUST DONT KNOW IT
BUT AS FAR AS I CAN SEE VERY LITTLE
SPACE CRUSHED MIND MUSH
SO I HUSH...
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Categories:
putts, confusion,
Form:
ABC