Winning more rounds…this was the ‘cream’! Smiling opponents (whose insides ‘screamed’!) ”Could it get ANY better?” (This was his dream) To see their ‘mantle of composure’ destroyed! (He’d ‘split the seam’!)
This wasn’t always ‘golf-reality’. (Sometimes it was ‘limp’) Most of the time, golf was his ‘pimp’!
(Or worse yet, some over-bearing imp!)
His score, over par, would blow up like a blimp!
His ball hit the water so much, it practically grew gills! This served only to wash away the thrill!
As the laughter of other players, made him feel ill To wipe the smirks off their faces, he’d gladly pay a ‘mil’!
A ‘nasty game’, showed on his ‘mug’
You can believe for days, that game, he’d ‘lug’. But on his heart strings, the ‘golf-experience’ would tug). ”So I had a bad day!”….”Learn from it!”, he shrugged.
Still, a tall order. (The after taste like old cider) He’d have to shake it off. Look to days brighter. Chisel his golf game. Make it tighter.
Saw here. Chip there. Use the ‘miter.’