buckeyewalt
Well-known member
A buddy of mine sent me this, just thought I would share it!! |
In My Hand I Hold A Ball, |
White And Dimpled...Rather Small. |
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear, |
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere. |
By Its 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 Stupid Game. |
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End; |
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend. |
It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry, |
And Hate Myself And Want To Die. |
It Promises Me A Thing Called Par, |
If I 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 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, I'll Be Back Tomorrow. |