Little White Ball 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 Ive 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 swear and yell and cry I hate myself and want to die It promises a thing called par If I can hit 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 like it chooses It hooks and slices, dribbles and dies and even disappears before my eyes Often it will take 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 Its made me whimper like a pup and swear that I will give it up And take a drink to ease my sorrow but the ball knows Ill be back tomorrow!
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 09:36:33 +0000
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