The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #114565 Message #2446588
Posted By: WalkaboutsVerse
21-Sep-08 - 01:40 PM
Thread Name: BS: Ryder Cup?
Subject: RE: BS: Ryder Cup?
...The World Cup of Golf is much more my cup of tea/"jar at the bar" (below/undies)...
Poem cum song 144 of 230: LINGOLF
Your honour, Your Honour.
Watch out - he's a burglar.
I'm to school on your put.
That's one heck of a cut!
It's my bread and butter -
A left-to-right cutter.
That's where elephants die.
That's a grave - not a lie.
I'm in the old plumb-duff;
Tough - I'm on the cut-stuff.
The hooks with my driver,
And fades with my putter.
There's a goalie in there.
Trees are some nine-tenths air.
I have a soldier's plight -
Always left, right, left, right.
Everything was fine -
Apart from weight and line.
It took a member's bounce.
A rare bird to announce.
An unlucky horseshoe.
Had a look - liked the view.
Poetry in motion.
Read with blind devotion.
He's just hit a cracker.
I'm only a hacker.
I wish I'd missed the well.
A fried-egg where it fell.
A crop of a divot.
It was speed that killed it.
Your wedges land so neat -
Butterflies with sore feet.
Like pitchin' in puddin'.
Never up, never in.
Drive for show, put for dough.
Can't beat bad luck, you know.
He's just missed a gimme.
That, then, would be dormy.
It went in the side-door.
A Bradman of a score.
Just spoiled a good walk.
Can't play, but can he talk!
'Twas daylight robbery.
Not "how" but "how many."
The nineteenth's not too far -
Have a jar at the bar..?
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