As I took my position on the Tee
My short Iron flew like a Frisbee
The turf and grass exploded with the impact
The ball did not move; it remained intact
Upon my second try
people asked me why
As the ball flew off in a wrong direction “duck, duck”
They screamed; Someone barely got saved by their luck
The ball flew an inch away from their head
And landed on a very beautiful flower bed
In our group of three; I came in third
They called me “the little baby bird”
“I twisted my arm” said I to justify my bad game
Instead of learning; I tried shifting the blame
“Slow” was one way to describe how I got to the Green
But that day I got a new nickname “The Bunker Queen”
Challenge today was to write a poem that is inspired by sports or a game.
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