Golf Poems & Verse

A Golfer’s Lament

    Weather forecast for the day
    Was perfect; I just had to play!
    And so I planned to call in sick,
    Book a time and grab my sticks.
    I caught up on my household chores,
    Weeded, raked, cleaned up outdoors.
    Looking forward to the tee

    Something I did not foresee;

    Yard work made my back go out

    And waste my sick day on the couch.
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