Sometimes his performance he’d often tape. So he embellished every move--like he wore a cape. But reality would then grab him by the ‘nape’, His ego again squashed……like an over-ripe grape!
His game was at the bottom of the well,
A thought on which, he hated to dwell.
But it ‘dogged’ him everywhere,…as if stuck to his lapel,
It showed up in his game (as anyone could tell).
A bad nine holes caused his shoulders to droop, But did his best, (his pride), to recoup.
Back and forth, from good to bad, was the ‘loop’, ”Perhaps,” he’d think, “I should be shooting hoops!”
To cover his frustration, he became such a poser. Taking excuses to new levels…(What a ‘hoser!”) Anything at all to give him some ‘closure”, From the type of game he had most days…he termed ‘a NOSER!”
But a great game inside him…he could just FEEL! Like a shining gem to the eye…It seems so REAL! To that goal! Full speed ahead!,” he set his keel, Through hard work, and true grit…
HE’D MAKE PAR KNEEL!!