Golfers Dream Poem by Mike Berriman

Before I die I want some fun
A par game or a hole in one
Use my driver true every time
Hit the ball in one straight line.

Swing my irons off the tee
Clear the lake, the creek and tree
Putt the ball across the green
Sink the ball, nice and clean.

Every game win the drive and chip
The money hole and that is it.

Then I woke from my short snooze
A product of the sun and booze
I remember well my game that day
And it is true suffice to say
I do have fun with every game
And always winning is no great fame.

MB 1/2017.