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Posted by Edna on May 27, 2009, 5:02 pm
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> In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
> White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.
> Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
> This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
> By It's Size I Could Not Guess,
> The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
> But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
> I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
> My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
> Since I Chose To Play This Game.
> It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
> A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
> It Has Made Me Yell, And Curse And Cry,
> I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
> It Promises A Thing Called Par,
> If I Can Hit It Straight And Far.
> To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
> Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
> But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
> And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
> It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
> And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
> Often It Will Have A Whim,
> To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.
> With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
> It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
> Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
> If Only It Would Find The Hole.
> It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
> And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
> And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
> But The Ball Knows that I'll Be Back Tomorrow.
> Stand proud you noble swingers of clubs and losers of balls. A recent
> study found the average golfer walks about 900 miles ayear. Another study
> found golfers drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year. That means,
> on average, golfers get about 41 miles to the gallon. Kind of makes you
> proud doesn't it?
> --
> Bruce Fletcher
> Stronsay, Orkney UK
> http://claremont.islandblogging.co.uk
I printed it out and presented it to my golfing husband.
Thanks Bruce
Edna
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> White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.
> Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
> This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
> By It's Size I Could Not Guess,
> The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
> But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
> I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
> My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
> Since I Chose To Play This Game.
> It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
> A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
> It Has Made Me Yell, And Curse And Cry,
> I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
> It Promises A Thing Called Par,
> If I Can Hit It Straight And Far.
> To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
> Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
> But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
> And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
> It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
> And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
> Often It Will Have A Whim,
> To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.
> With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
> It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
> Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
> If Only It Would Find The Hole.
> It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
> And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
> And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
> But The Ball Knows that I'll Be Back Tomorrow.
> Stand proud you noble swingers of clubs and losers of balls. A recent
> study found the average golfer walks about 900 miles ayear. Another study
> found golfers drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year. That means,
> on average, golfers get about 41 miles to the gallon. Kind of makes you
> proud doesn't it?
> --
> Bruce Fletcher
> Stronsay, Orkney UK
> http://claremont.islandblogging.co.uk