Sports jokes → Golf Love Poem

I think that I shall never see

a hazard rougher than an tree;

A tree o’er which my ball must fly

if on the green it is to lie;

A tree which stands that green to guard,

and makes the shot extremely hard;

A tree whose leafy arms extend

to kill the six iron shot I send;

A tree that stands in silence there,

while angry golfers rave and swear.

Irons were made for fools like me

who cannot ever miss a tree.

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