My club making the tink sound

And the whoosh of the wind when the ball is hit with a huge pound.

The vibration that went right through every single bone

Made it feel like I just hit one big giant stone.

Satisfaction went through the brain

I like Tiger Woods shooting a ball across a plain.

The ball reaching up so high in the sky

A whisper comes out that said goodbye

But it was farewell

The golf ball was going to be expelled.

A giant beast was taking it away from me

A nightmare, they say, that goes on a spree.

The texture looking so crinkled

Like an old person’s skin so wrinkly.

The golf ball is immersed into existence

Dreaming the ball’s supposed distance.

They say the name of this figure is essential

But this time it is very consequential.

Spotting the ball from the point of a finger by the spotter

Then, seeing from the distance, a big splash of water.

The wave of frustration that goes through my brain

As I shout out loud, I will never play this game again.