Fridays 5 minute poem

The Golfing God

by Mark Worden


I took four lessons from a pro,
to straighten out my swing.
and tempoed downward fast to slow,
to make my driver zing!

I worked for months and saw no change,
but practiced when I could.
Each week I spent time at the range,
a'pounding on my wood.

Just playing once a week it seemed,
was not much time to groove,
Improving for my game to peak,
and keep my motion smooth.

I never broke an 80 score,
in all my bygone years,
but lately it has happened more,
Three times, to many cheers.

Besides the Golfing God's good will,
Perhaps my putting change,
has caused the ball to roll downhill,
fall in the cup, it's strange.

The putter seems to make the score,
saves strokes on every round,
as much as four, and sometimes more,
and that is just profound!

Oh why, oh why it happened now,
was it for goodness sake?,
Or did the Golfing God think "Wow!",
Let's give the guy a break!