Disturbing Scene on The Links
Early in the season, I thought I would try
To swing my ol’ clubs to see by and by
If my game was anywhere to be found
And if it was, happiness would abound
Spring was in the air and oh it was some nice
As it tried to exert power over snow and some ice
Out I went, not many others around
Played all alone and in that I found
That once in a while golfing solo is fine
However, then it’s easier to cross a line
Where one might be more restrained when playing with friends
On your own, with bad shots, the cursing never ends
When half way round it was clear I was doomed
Looking forward to relief, I had presumed
Any moment, I’d find one and when I did, it was so hard
To see a long-awaited convenience and it’s barred
Barb's True Stories 
Oh, Barb. this one had me chuckling loud enough Tanya had to come see. Your poetry is progressing nicely.
I peg you as a Cowboy Poetry sort. I plan to learn more about that form. Thanks for the comment.
Just rip it off with your bare hands..I would have..:)
In the end I was not hindered in my ultimate goal. After all, I grew up on a farm.