The top spot was far away. (Looked so blurry) Hidden by the massive ’BOGEY FLURRY’! Every grey hair on his head was a sign of worry There must be some way, with this golf game, favor to ‘curry!”
”What is the connection? Where’s the nexus?” ”To golf’s top prize. (How do I ‘fetch it’?)
”Is it to be found in the state of Texas?”
”The journey of a thousand miles, begins with the next hit.
”Why is this taking so long?! (Others solved their ‘plight!’)
Was there something blurring his sight?
Maybe his desire wasn’t fierce enough. (A little too trite)
Or explaining away his golf game’s weaknesses. (Coloring them bright!)
”Wasn’t golf supposed to be simple? (Easily plundered?)” Then why was he making so many blunders?
Why did it always take him ‘under’?
It seemed to always label him, ‘DUNDER’!
At other’s successes, he’d often swoon.
They seemed to always experience such a ‘boon’! But he seemed to march to a ’joker’s tune’! Even the sun couldn’t brighten his day at noon!