Kris Viscardini

Rookie - 120 Points (4th September 1956 / Imtarfa, Malta)

This Be The Game Of Golf - Poem by Kris Viscardini

They muck you up your hook and slice
they may not mean to but they do
they fill your head with evil thoughts and vice
and add some extra just for you

Each errant stroke compounds the misery
deepening like a coastal shelf
get out as early as you can
don't have a go - protect yourself

With thanks to Philip Larkin 'This be the verse'

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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