Rhyming Poem

I wish that I was straight and tall
And had a steady eye
That I might swing with grace and power
And make that damn ball fly
Winging high and dropping true
Right smack upon the pin
And then I'd take my putter out
And tap it gently in
So all the ladies in the club
Would gaze at me in awe
And wonder how a long five hole
I finished off in four
Ode To A Golfer by Neil @FamilyFriendPoems

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