Ho-pin’

My first was in earnest, as it mattered right then
My hopes were instantly shattered, what a way to begin!

My second was better, or that’s just what I thought
(But if only my short game was a little less fraught).

My third was a beezer, quite the best of the year
A sweet little birdie, (not so many round here).

My fourth a disaster, too much pride I suppose
I sliced it, I lost it, but that’s how it goes.

My fifth was a beauty, she soared in the air
Great joy, one more birdie was flying right there.