Too much drama How about something silly???

"Ode To Golf"

In my hand I hold a ball
White and dimpled, rather small
Oh, how bland it does appear,
This harmless looking little sphere.
By his size I could not guess
The awesome strength it does possess;
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 curse and cry
I hate myself and want to die
I am promised 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, dies
and 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 it will just drop in the hole.
Its 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...
I'll be back...tomorrow.

But thank you for the lite-hearted contribution! Your stuff is always welcome here!
(Too bad you don't live here, I'd unmoderate you in a minute! Fun having a girl get involved in disscussion!)  ;>

Should be the ode to my nemesis in this hobby…  and there lies the problem "the ball" always knows that we will be back!! But thanks for the good laugh Angela!

I have to say I don't agree with the "ode"!  My exploits in golf, have required and allowed me to successfully swear off golf I think.....

when everybody is stuck inside...LOL!
Thanks Ben

For the gem from Arizona,
Two surgeons talking about golf, and their handicaps, say to a third, "Do you play golf?" The third surgeon says, "No, I'm sorry, I still have an active sex life...."  

Come back soon Angela, and thank you for the comic relief, btw, I would have posted a picture of you on my little string below, but none of you online pictures do you justice.....