The first tee
The First Tee
The stress is shocking,
and knees are knocking.
My hands are shaking,
I'm sure of making
a mess of this shot.
I most certainly am not
a young Tiger Woods
who delivers the goods
with astonishing grace.
So, in my own space,
I draw back my swing,
bring my arms down and bring
the club head to the ball
and give it my all.
A satisfying crack,
as I hit with a whack.
Bloody Hell, it's gone miles!
and I am all smiles,
arms aloft, silent cheer,
expecting to hear
from the clubhouse,'You're cooking.'
sadly, no one was looking!
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Nice use of enjambment here to mimic the swing!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Great verse! But if it were me, it’d be about the first tea.
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That first tea in a morning is a lifesaver. Heaven.😊
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🙂👍
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The most graphic description of one’s first tee 😀 😀 😀 Nice!
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😂 Thank you!
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You are almost shocked when you hit the ball.
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How very true that is!
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Can really relate to this great poem. I think I’m the only one who had to shout “fore” on the driving range.
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Thank you. You should see me and my grandson on the pitch and putt! 😂
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