I'm a golf addict - a little rhyme.

In My Hand I Hold A  Ball, 
 White And  Dimpled, And 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.

Joke time

Joke time with a rhyme.


Twas in a restaurant they met,
  Romeo and Juliet.
  He had no cash to pay the debt,
So Romeo'd what Juliet.

A Little Poetry For You

Very little...

Lawyers are great,
So are physicians.
But I'd sure die,
Before I called a mortician.

Humor - Remembering - A Rhyme

My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Often times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who was that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.