On the tee they stood,
The man and the good priest,
To hit the ball round the course,
To see who could hit the least.
The man hit his ball,
And landed on the green,
The priest struck his too,
And broke the waters sheen.
The priest waded in the water,
And struck his ball to grass,
The man putted his ball,
But the hole it did pass.
The man just stood and swore,
“Sod it, missed the bugger” he uttered,
The priest just looked at him,
And “Do not swear!” he uttered.
The next hole was the same,
The man just missed the putt,
“Sod it, missed the bugger”,
Every time he did tutt.
The priest then said,
“If your swearing doesn’t cease
God will strike you down,
And take away your peace”
The last hole came at last,
And both were on the green,
The man missed the putt,
And was once more obscene.
Lightening flashed towards them,
The priest was looking smugger,
But the words he heard when he got struck,
Were “Sod it, missed the bugger!”.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2020 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: I have put an eighteen cross on this in case Orchi's dog gets upset.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Thanks for my first big grin of the day.
My pleasure Michael.
Andy
Oops, lol. I may have read thsi somewhere before.
Possibly on Forward Poetry, it is one of my older poems.
Andy
Always struck me as a weird game.... when the flag isn't flying it's ok to put your balls in a hole?
You made me snigger.
If I have made you snigger I am happy.
Andy
a nice change of pace to begin my day with, lol
So glad LB, I hope it was a good day and it is a better day today.
Andy
It just goes to prove that Golf should never be taken seriously.What with traps, bunkers, flags, and shots it sounds like a war game. Thanks for a good laugh. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil, glad I made you laugh, laughter is the best medicine.
Andy
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