Poetry Thursday

   

Jonce again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below

“Tiger I don’t think you should golf today

You’ve been drinking a lot and starting to sway

Please listen to what I have to say

I doubt you’ll be able to hit the fairway

Tiger you should let me drive

If this afternoon you want to survive

And I don’t think with the clubs in your bag you will thrive

Because that’s a broom not your driver and using it you will never hit the green in five

Tiger I think I should drive the car

If you want to get far

And you always stop at every bar

And then on hole one you are nine over par

And no you can’t drive the golf cart

I know you think its the easy part

But when we needed the cart to restart

You put the chargers on your nipples trying to jumpstart

Tiger that would have been a fine drive off the first tee

And it would have impressed me

But you may need to issue an apology

Since you teed off into the clubhouse wounding three

You may want to take a drop because your ball hit a tree

I wouldn’t try to play if you were me

Looks like you just drove your wedge into your knee

No more golf today is my plea

They are asking us to leave after you threw up on the tree trunk

You’re a middle aged lush with no spunk

And I can no longer let you play you big lunk

Because friends don’t let friends golf drunk