Well hard as they might fight and try
So tight are rarely barely getting by
Sigh jobs squarely unfairly go to AI
Picked nicked then flicked on the sly
No sorrow poor borrow more to buy
Tricked by CGI lie from a cloudy sky
Social media spy pigs in the Tech sty
Future can’t deny no one gets a bye
Suitor will be AI then humans will defy
Pyrrhic critics decry but it is do or die
Titans fight for their piece of the pie
White collar all about the dollar guy
Dash for stash of cash ultimate high
Purloining while just coining on the fly
Spend as know the end is almost nigh
Flash rash brash greed splash they ply
Keys for wheeze must seize or will pry
Happens so fast they have cast the dye
Command it’s about demand & supply
Sycophant pant a creamy dreamy chai
Ego blast will last with your past will vie
Perverse creed gets worse this the storm's eye
Sow the seed impede our swede teed up & fry
Won't conform will curse why must I lie with AI
Plead don’t need IT to perform bellow thy lullaby
No go slow mellow Hello but a wry dry Goodbye
“Turn the page!”
Beth begged, the almighty’s rage
“Is this a real combative stage?
Released from its contained cage?
Prayed her questionnaire
Wondering if anyone cared
Teed off a bit
Beth held back, throwing a fit
Instead, she headed towards the links
Goal, pondering and think
This is a fairway
To live a day
Make it to the green
Only a dream
Find the pin
Earn a win
Knowing it takes a nice drive
Along with a cry
Screaming ‘what fore’
Let’s show war
The door
Peace should reign
Enjoying this parfect game
Where eagles and birdies, never blame
Or complain
Fortune and fame
As a hazard instigating pain
Tariffs spanked my 401k
The shank-the-ball king had to say:
I will never flub
I’ve used the right club
Just check out my lie on this play
Trump Lead Using Twitter Feed
What we heard is Trump likes to lead,
With rancious sounds and twitter feed;
Patience poor;
He does snore,
And on a golf course off is always teed.
Jim Horn
Randolph
Tried golf
Paid fees
Bought tees
Teed off
Pals scoff
Drive ****
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
After making the trip to Bar Harbor in Maine,
we set off on excursions within that domain.
In the midst of events, aggravating, arcane,
we began at a loss.
We embark on a most unpredictable task -
touring Cadillac Mountain with fog as a mask.
Fifteen hundred feet high and sh-shaking, we ask
with alarm, "Where's the bus?"
Safely back at sea level, we all need to chill -
"Tell me, who put the rest stop on top of a hill?"
Giving vent to our steam, we release it with skill
by creating a fuss.
So we cuss as we scurry, we snort and stampede
up the fifty-two steps to attend to our need.
On the zig-zag descent, rather tetchy, still teed,
we by chance run across
a botanical gem - symbiotic, we learn.
A bizarre kind of growth, some avoid with concern.
Is it algae? or lichen? a fungus? or fern?
a true whatzit for us.
I see fanciful lace mid inherent decay;
I see whimsical bubbles entangled in play.
I see change as our mood now reverses dismay -
it's an insight from moss.
**************
anapestic tetrameter
Every fourth line I change to dimeter to counteract the monotony.
Reason A. Poteet
http://wiseacre-gardens.com/moss/white-cushion-moss.jpg
Birdie Trouble
So you think you’re going to hole me
Teed off well and on the green rolled me
Looked like hole in one
Then all hope was gone
When old albatross swooped and stole me
There was a weekend duffer named Rolf
Who proclaimed he knew all about golf
Ball dinged a guy's head
Hapless guy saw red
Rolf should have yelled "FORE" when he teed off!
(23 March 2013)
He excitedly grabbed his bag of clubs,
He drove to the course that day.
He had no qualms about not going to work
He merely wanted to play.
He briskly walked to tee number one,
He smartly teed the ball.
He swung his driver with gusto immense
He never saw it off the tee fall.
After time he realized to his dismay
The ball lay right by the tee.
He never did completely understand
Why the ball did not speedily flee.
After quickly replacing the misplaced ball
He gave it a hearty blow.
He watched it slice off into the rough
Where he never intended it to go.
This first hole ended with strokes very high
It actually was only the first.
It made him soon begin to think
He probably should have better rehearsed.
In actuality he should have at work stayed
And completed those unfinished tasks.
He probably will this message convey
In case anyone ever asks.
There once was a weekend golfer named Rolf
Who thought he knew everything about golf
His wild ball dinged a guy's head
His cuss words best be unsaid
Rolf forgot to yell "FORE" when he teed off
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I remember when my Aunt
wanted a divorce,
said, "at last my time is mine
I shall live on the Golf Course".
My Uncle never played
he gave the game a snub,
thought it pretty pointless
to hit a ball with club.
He only wanted offspring,
to fertilise her eggs,
but she was bloody adament
he would never part her legs!
She never wanted family,
He wanted Son and heir.
So they found that life
became too much to bear.
So it was they split,
my Uncle he played Bowls,
Auntie she liked golf
she loved those eighteen holes.
One day while she was playing.
A great Storm began to brew.
Thunderclaps were shouting
with Lightning Bolts that flew!
She had just teed off,
then was walking past a dyke
when Thunder blew a fuse
then lightning it did strike...
( When my Uncle heard
my Auntie had been zapped,
the only thing he said was...)
"Well aint that very apt!!! "
Oh my giddy Aunt!!!
It was the ultimate birth control!
Guess where she was hit?
Between the first and second hole!
The Terrorist is Dead
The terrorist is dead, for
He has killed his feel
Even sold his only soul.
Terrorized with his error eyes, then
Errantly slaughtered his brothers
Run his evil planned fun
Ruined the beautiful boon
Organized the blasted organs
Roamed, bombed freedom rooms
Ignored man’s pride honor
Shot the open thought
Terminated his faith.
In short, befriended his being teed off,
Stopped his love:
Designed with evil mind
Ended all with his pleasant id
Assassinated his sole humane state
Doomed he forever into his life tomb
tee off
love golf
in rough
get tough
sand trap
oh crap
on green
get mean
in cup
ker plup
just par
so far
next hole
let's go
golf pro
hell no
Tribute To Golfers
Time To Tee Off
See Ya On Back 9 L0L
What is a horse but freedom,
elegant and strong.
Any mountain, any valley,
with a horse you can't go wrong.
What is a horse but a symbol,
of loyalty and love.
A gift from God,
and heaven's angels high above.
What is a horse but powerful,
no other animal can compare.
His eyes full of passion,
his heart filled with care.
What is a horse but a friend,
to listen, comfort and try,
to bring you the perfect sunset,
no money could ever buy.
What is a horse but a cowboy's dream,
to help him through the fight.
To race the stars,
and the darkness of the night.
“A horse is an angel, with four legs, no wings, but can fly like the wind.”
Cassandra Teed
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