This weather is cutting into my game. Then again, maybe it’ll cool Mike off. I’m all for supporting my golf buddies to shoot good scores but not when they take my money…
A mean is an average that’s mean
‘Cause it’s cruel when it falls from extreme.
Mike’s hitting it well
But it’s time that will tell
If he’s really a golfing machine.
After getting beat a couple of times I needed an excuse and, of course, I found one…
I was getting some trouble from Mike
Whose swing was producing a strike
That made the ball fly,
While I struggled to try
And compensate for missing a spike.
Here’s a great quote from Don who makes his limerick debut ..”that shot was a Linda Ronstadt”…
He hit hard and the ball really flew
When it bounced and kept rolling he knew,
Upon reaching his ball
He’d out drove them all
And was heard whistling ‘Blue Bayou’.
Finally, I wish I had a camera last weekend as the combo sunrise, crescent moon was downright poetic…
We teed just before the sun rose
As a crescent moon hung in repose.
We guessed at the flight
With a golfer’s delight
And will follow where ever it goes.