Disturbing Scene On The Links-Day 13-A Poem A Day

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

 snow on golf course

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

Convenience barred


You Take Away From the Enjoyment-Day 9-A Poem A Day

You Take Away From The Enjoyment

I like to watch some golf on TV

With players whose talent is something to see

O’er the past several years there’s an annoying trend

Where some in the crowd call out when the swing is at an end

To be sure, it doesn’t add to my enjoyment and it certainly isn’t cool

So please stop hollering “In the Hole!” you insufferable fool!

Winter, Winter, Go Away-Day 8 of A Poem A Day

It doesn’t look like the middle of April, for goodness sake

If I could, I’d ask Mother Nature “What does it take?”

From our meteorologists, we don’t ask for weather that is perfect

But at least something that isn’t “Winter storm warning in effect”

It’s easy to see why many people our winters forsake


I’m So Glad You Called-Day 4-Rhyming Couplets

When I answered the phone, he knew my last name

His name was Randi and to help was his game

The Windows Support Centre was at my service and boy, was I glad

Without his call, what trouble we might have had

I had a computer virus, one that could not be seen

Wow, a chance to speak directly with someone very keen

I said I am so surprised and this sounds so very odd

Stand by while I dial us both in to Police Computer Fraud

It’s apparent that listening to you will meet a goal

And before he hung up he called me something that rhymes with brass pole