Here are some limericks inspired by Jeffery, friend and golf buddy extraordinaire…
A new chipper Jeffery did bring
With hope that his short game would sing
But the song sung blue
With another 92
It’s back to his flop shot swing.
An old golfer friend named Jeff
Would swing his club hard from the left
The fairways he hit
But his short game was shit
Thus his score was always bereft.
I had 10 dots and a birdie
But the rest of my game wasn’t sturdy
With my swing gone astray
Suffice it to say
A 92 don’t look so purdy.
His ball in the sand was no need
To remember his lessons or heed
Any advice that might help
So he let out a yelp
And threw his wedge into the reeds.
The following limerick was authored by Jeffery…
“A pal and a friend” they all said
When he couldn’t play golf ’cause it led
To a pain in his back
So quickly they sacked,
Replaced him and left him for dead.