Poems About: GOLF

The golf writer has become famous for a while the toast of the town
But a few locals with him not happy they feel that he has put them down
It's that he has a humorous streak in him and with his words he does not mean offence
Some people in their feelings precious and they lack a bit in common sense, read more »

Do you golf? I've been asked this question a great deal
But I answer with a smile, "Hey, a golf ball won't make a meal."
If you use your driver or iron, whatever your whim
I reply, "I would rather try to teach a worm to swim." read more »

Would you like to see a city given over,
Soul and body, to a tyrannising game?
If you would, there's little need to be a rover,
For St. Andrews is the abject city's name. read more »

Why do you love football?
What do you see in it?
Why not watch another sport
Like Rugby, Golf, or Cricket? read more »

It’s not a game
like any other game
where a golf ball travels the distance
and being putted into a hole read more »

Golf and me are not to be I’ve tried it many times,
I slipped I fell and heard folk yell and even hit a old brass bell
At hole’s I crossed when ball was lost read more »

His great dream in his fifties is to emulate his son
Who was lucky enough to score a hole in one
Which is something in golf that is quite rare indeed
Where many do fail few can hope to succeed read more »

[After Longfellow.]


I drove a golf-ball into the air; read more »

I'm so unstable
I mean, I took second in poker last night
and I was pissed because it was 2 in the morning
and it was going to throw my read more »

You left green tomatos
Under grey skies
As the day over-took us
There was no word goodbye read more »

People play games to win, not for fun
Otherwise, it’s meaningless

In competitive games like basketball or golf read more »

Look at the moon
Tell me, what do you see?
A portal to a world
where your dreams can be? read more »