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OBSESSION "An irrational preoccupation" is how it's defined, "To dominate the thought and mind." I am here to make a confession, I am trapped in an obsession. Since first I hit a ball off a tee, This game has had a hold on me. Golf is all I think about, I know I'm hooked; there is no doubt. I used to vacuum, used to dust, With my housework I would fuss. It doesn't happen anymore, I'm on the golf course yelling "FORE". I've become a driven soul, Completely out of all control. The only reason I'm not divorced- My hubby too, is on the course. There's nothing that I'd rather do Then golf a round-or maybe two. I'll go with friends or all alone, It matters not, I won't stay home. In any weather I'll still go I'll golf in rain; I'll golf in snow- In wind so strong it keeps the ball From going anywhere at all. I'll go nine or eighteen, Or any number in-between. If I can manage twenty-seven, I think I've died and gone to heaven. Hundreds of balls I must have lost, Can you imagine what that cost? I've found at least that many too, But most of them were far from new. I have the usual golfing stuff, Somehow it's never quite enough. Shirts and sweaters, hats and shoes- More than I will ever use. Hooks and slices, whiffs and putts, Tend to drive me really nuts. Birdies, chip-ins, and a hole-in-one I've had them all - still I'm not done. Excuse me please, 'cause you see I have a tee-time set for three. I'd really like to stay and chat, But we both know I can't do that. I must go now, without delay, I haven't golfed since yesterday! |
Additional Notes:
Yes, I am a "golf nut." If any of you are also, you will relate to this poem. This tells it exactly as it is. Gerri
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