Poem by Paul E. Pepe
GOLF

GOLFPaul E. Pepe

I HAD A FRIEND
HE IS NO MORE
BECAUSE ONE TIME
I UTTERED, “FORE”


HE COULDN’T BELIEVE
IT WAS IN JEST
HE ONLY THOUGHT
I WAS A PEST


I SPENT MUCH TIME
ON THE COURSE
YELLING “FORE”
UNTIL I WAS HOARSE


THIS GUY I KNEW
WAS A DUFFER
I GOLFED WITH HIM
JUST TO SUFFER


HE WAS SO BAD
AT THIS LOVELY GAME
COULDN’T PUTT
WHO WAS TO BLAME


AND THEN HE CALLED
AND SAID “LET’S PLAY”
I HELD HIM OFF SAID
ANOTHER DAY


OF COURSE, YOU SEE
HE COULDN’T SCORE
AND THAT IS WHY
WE ARE FRIENDS NO MORE
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