My sixth really travelled, to the right though I fear
Struck a tree then bounced backwards, but fell in the clear.

My seventh, a downhill, with a following breeze
Went way past the target to land in some trees.

My eighth was my nemesis, the one that I feared
With a pond full of water where my hopes disappeared.

My ninth was the final, all on this might depend
Drive, pitch, pitch and putt and par 4 at the end.

And then for the reckoning, a-totting the score
I came last once again, but I’ll be back for more!

Drabble published November 15, 2021 13:56

VerityAlways over 2 years ago

I really like how you've written this. Every mine was in the trees, LOL!
And you certainly can't beat my negative score!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

Hehe! Thanks Verity... it wasn’t so difficult because it was autobiographical. I can’t guarantee that each situation fitted in the one game, but they’re all true at one time or another... most times I’m bottom of the leader board! Such a relief we only play 9 holes! The best bit is the ‘totting up’ when we have been known to have the odd nip from the hip (flask) to warm us up!
Christopher over 2 years ago

I thought we might get four drabbles out of this but I see you only tortured yourself with 9 holes! Very clever poetry.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

Thanks Christopher. It’s a small but rather lovely course, not a club; I wouldn’t want that. Not for me all the huff and puff, the rules, the dress code and the self-important “we’re so snobby ‘hua-hua-hua’ crap”. And besides, to quote the great man, “I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member!”
VerityAlways over 2 years ago

You make this sound interesting but I can't fathom the sport yet :-) I really enjoyed reading!!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

Verity... you guessed at the first drabble!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago

Sorry, should have framed better - meant golf doesn't interest me as a sport ,but you make it sound better!

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