After a poem every day for 14, I am low on witty retort
Instead of writing something long, I’ll write something short
Tag: A Poem A Day
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
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
A World Gone Mad-Day 11-A Poem A Day
A World Gone Mad
The news says in Boston today there was a bomb
The tragedy, on top of other senseless acts, makes us all numb
What is this about? The world has gone mad
How can some do things so horrid, so bad
You Can Call Me Al-Day 10-A Poem A Day
You Can Call Me Al
There once was a man named Al
Who we treasure as our pal
He’s a master of words and many a refrain
He followed his heart and moved to Ukraine
Where he made a new home with his gal
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
The Masters-Day 7
There once was a golf tournament at Augusta
Over which many a golf fan makes a fuss ta
See if they can watch a great deal of it on the telly
While putting chips and dip and such in their belly
And their chores and to do’s sit undone as they musta
Winter’s Grip-Day 6
The calendar shows April, the robins are back
The sun is up earlier, much later it fades to black
Across much of Canada it appears winter holds trump
People shiver and shake, not yet over the hump
Winter storm coming here Friday-good day to stay in the sack
The Iron Lady-Day 5
There once was a Prime Minister named Thatcher
In her time no one exceeded her stature
Her time come and gone and her life here is now done
Views on her legacy divided, she’ll be sung and unsung
When in office it was clear though, no one could catch her
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
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