Golf in the Snow

Golf in the Snow

 

I was bad on golf.

Not just a dab bad.

I was 20-over-par bad.

 

After the last snow fall,

the course was covered by snow.

I went for golfing.

 

Miraculously my skill

shot over the roof

of the house of golf.

 

Higher than Burdie.

Higher than Eagle.

Higher than Albatross.

 

I was a perfect Ace, always,

because every stroke I made,

the ball would go in a hole.

 

I'm ready to go

on the PGA tour,

beat all the Masters.

 

(Photo is from internet.)