Slice of Life

Waggle D. Bunker had golfed every day;
he had the passion to tee it and play.
Yet for some reason known only to par,
he had not played since the Bethlehem Star.

Or so it seemed as Bunker reminisced;
all of a sudden he knew what he missed!
He grabbed the bag of clubs he used to trust,
but they were covered with layers of dust.

Cleaning his clubs he discovered his glove;
Waggle remembered the links and the love.
Eager was he to get back in the groove;
still he knew practicing was his next move.

(Waggle watched golfers like Woods, Scott and Phil;
  his sofa cushion had weakened his will.
  Thus motivation from golf pros was born,
  and from the Golf Channel Bunker was torn.)

Folks at the driving range saw him arrive;
Waggle was proud of his new inner drive.
He beamed like Tiger when draining a putt;
here Waggle knew he would sure make the cut.

He got a bucket of balls for five bills;
all set was Waggle to re-live golf thrills.
He took a swing at the first teed up ball,
but in truth it did not go far at all.

Waggle gripped harder and furrowed his brow;
he swung as hard as his swing would allow.
And even though Bunker focused his sight,
all of the golf balls sliced far to the right.

Waggle plays courses yet he stands askance;
golfers afford him much more than a glance.
Waggle D. Bunker is not quite the same--
he keeps on slicing but still he is game.


32 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
4-10-13

Golfers Referenced:

--Tiger Woods
--Phil Mickleson
--Adam Scott