I openly admit it: our gloomy March weather has left me without any divine inspiration and little to post of any value. I’ve managed mere nine holes in recent weeks; I played more golf in January! Mostly I’ve had one hand on the remote to keep tabs on the weather channel and my nose pressed against the window hoping for the rain to stop and the sun to come out for more than a minute at a time. I’m feeling a bit like a mole, living in a cold and dank little world, peeking out now and again. Spring comes slowly to Cape Cod and good golf weather is a crap shoot until well into May. Just ask the guys about the usual weather for the Seagulls tournament… it’s never easy.
Since I’ve been unable to go hack it around on the course, I thought I’d hack up a silly post. Oddly enough, one of the search terms that most often brings visitors to Golf Fore the Good is “golf poetry.” So here you’ve got some - Goofy golf nursery rhymes:
(Baa, Baa Black Sheep)
Hey, hey golfer
Have you got a swing?
Yes, sir, yes, sir
I’ll play for anything.
Two bucks for the front,
And two for the back,
Two more for the junk,
Let’s go once around the track.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Pick a line and watch it roll
Hope it goes into the hole
Eeny, meeny, miny moe.
My read told me
the break was left to right
And that was (not) it.
(Little Jack Horner)A golfer-to-be
Stood on the tee
Dreaming of shooting par.
He waggled his club,
the shot he did flub
And said, “f—ing game is too hard.”
Well, I did warn you…
