Mike’s lesson brought changes into view With putting the object of review. He replaced his old poke With a new smoother stroke And tied my ‘dot’ record twenty two.

Jeffery’s game is [...]]]> I thought that Mike might stumble after his swing coach, Joey, moved to Bend, Oregon but then along comes Stevie to give him a putting lesson and…

Mike’s lesson brought changes into view
With putting the object of review.
He replaced his old poke
With a new smoother stroke
And tied my ‘dot’ record twenty two.

Jeffery’s game is on fire from tee to…..the middle of the fairway. Anywhere near the green and the demons are set loose. We’ve a new phrase for when you’re around the green in two and walk off with a seven…”he sure Jeffery’d that hole!”.

Jeff’s tee ball we’ve started ignoring
Though straight down the middle they’re soaring.
Until he lays claim
To a better short game
They won’t do much good for his scoring.

One of our playing partners said he used to be called ‘twinkle toes’ with a soccer ball. Given his current ’stature’ I had trouble reconciling that…and it certainly didn’t carry over to his golf game. That said, he’s good company and knows his beer!

He claimed a nickname ‘twinkle toes’
From the soccer ball skill that he shows.
But with a golf ball
He’s not that at all,
His twinkle is sprinkled with woes.

We’ll be off on our annual Myrtle Beach golf extravaganza next week. Nothing but eating, sleeping and golfing with occasional forays into town to uncover entertainment (note to wives, it’s just Bingo).

It’s Myrtle time first week of June
Where we golf whether sun or monsoon.
With mornings sedate
After lunch we create
A golf  ‘party’ round afternoon.

Jeffery’s birthday’s today so we’ll flatter His golf game and try [...]]]> Today’s post goes out to Jeffery, golf buddy extraordinaire, who celebrates his birthday today. He’s still south of fifty…but not by much, and he’s still single…but not by much, and his game is still improving…but not by much. Happy birthday and enjoy your limericks!

Jeffery’s birthday’s today so we’ll flatter
His golf game and try not to shatter,
His Senior Tour yearning
As soon he’ll be learning,
It’s his hairline and penis that matter.

The only one better at avoiding the altar is George Clooney…

Not yet fifty but he’s getting near
So he’s downshifted, maybe a gear.
Still driving that Porsche
And single of course,
But for Farah we’d think he was queer.

and his wrist action is all wrong but he just won’t listen….

In our foursome, he’s youngest of all
So why can’t he hit a long ball?
Although you may mock
We think it’s his cock,
He’s not getting length ’cause it’s small.

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 [...]]]> 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.