By C. J. Black.
I tried to play 18 holes today
But I might as well tried play cricket
Why is that I hear you say
Because I couldn’t put a ball into a hole – I hit what you might call a sticky wicket.
I went out with aspirations of scoring a low round
But instead of hitting pinging shots – I mostly hit the ground
Nothing as frustrating, especially when your playing partner can do no wrong
All you can see are dark clouds as he sings his merry song.
I can’t even start to imagine how Rory McIlroy is now feeling
With those multi millions in the bank – his head must just be reeling
Let us hope he gets it together real soon and gets back to his winning ways
As for me – I’d be happy with a crazy golf win – (sings) Oh Happy Days, Oh Happy Days.
C. J. Black∁β
13/11/2013 19:31:42
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The published and unpublished manuscripts of Chris Black. A writer from Wexford, Chris has been writing and publishing poetry for over quarter of a century. September 2016 saw his dream come to fruition with the publication of his first book of Poetry and Short Stories titled Same Train, Different Track.
Preferred reading - Autobiographies, the history of the native American Indian and a vast array of poetry books. Continues to write by day and night by giving the sawdust a shake which in turn awakens the grey matter. - has an eclectic taste in music, spent 16 happy years as a radio presenter in a part time capacity while "slaving" away at the coal face now enjoying all that retirement has to offer and more. Tweets @CJBlack2012, on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1 youtube @Chris Black-poetry-spoken word. You can find his "work" at https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com If you do happen to drop by do let him know your thoughts, who you are and where you come from - He will in time also pay you a return visit. Thank you.
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Today from the Man Shed 
What a conundrum!
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Thanks Marie, and here was I thinking it was a head ache!!
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